#Nathaniel Cooke

[demonic-filly]

Did you know that when Nathaniel Cooke and Howard Staunton were designing the Staunton chess set pieces, they modelled the design of the Rook after Cozy Glow’s cutie mark as homage to their favourite My Little Pony character

[just-myhyperfixations]

Instead of being productive let me tell you my niche and completely useless (like me ;)) aftg headcanons

Aaron is dyslexic and it pisses him off even more bc Andrew has eidetic memory

Mary made Neil pretend to be a girl at some point of their runaway life, resulting in Neil having little to no concept of gender

Nathan is from Poland (cmon we all know that last name is not American)

Katelyns (idk if the spelling is correct) family adores Aaron and thinks of him as their own

Riko and Jean hooked up, not bc they liked each other but as a power move from Riko

Jean refuses to speak Japanese after joining the trojans

Allison, Renee and Dan get manicures together every month (Neil tags along often)

Bee made a cringe motivational poster to make Andrew quit smoking, he hated it (started smoking way less)

Andrew and Renee have a knitting/crocheting club together

Jeremy uses a cherry flavoured chapstick

[koldefingre]

They are so not father son in the way that they so are father son. Yk?

[stabbyfoxandrew]

omfg the mer au??! if I may request some more of it 🙇‍♀️🫶 so excited!

WIP Wednesday (5/1) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 2)

“We just had to nab the little bastard on the hottest day of the year.” Romero mutters, sounding as miserable as Nathaniel feels. Nathaniel thinks it serves him right, but doesn’t make it known. Instead he just slowly bounces his leg and tries not to let himself panic. Panic is useless. Especially when he’s already caught in a snare with nowhere to run.

-

For a while, the three of them sit in complete silence in the suffocating heat. Nathaniel has sweat dripping from every pore and he’d kill for a bottle of water. Of course, he’d never ask for it. His luck they’d produce a bottle of cyanide from under the seat and dare him to refuse it.

No, he tells himself. If they were going to kill him they’d have already done it. They’re taking him home like Lola said. And that means Nathan himself is waiting for him. God, the thought makes Nathaniel’s stomach roil. Or, maybe it’s heat sickness. He doubts it.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve got to roll the windows down at least. Get a little air moving in this bitch.” Romero says. It sounds like he’s making a statement, but really he’s asking permission from Satan’s favorite child. Because Lola is in charge here and all three of them know it.

“Just yours.” Lola says, waving her right hand, the one that's not on Nathaniel's wrist. “We’re fine back here, aren’t we Junior?”

Nathaniel nods obediently and Lola grins. Romero rolls down both the front windows, but it doesn’t help in the slightest. The car’s barely moved in the last five minutes and there’s not even the slightest hint of a breeze, so they’re just cooking this deathtrap of a sedan. And they will be for a long while, judging by the scene laid before him. Traffic around here is a nightmare on a good day, which today decidedly is not, and it’s bumper to bumper for what seems to be miles. They might as well be in a parking lot.

What an idiot Romero must be. Why he’d have chosen this road, which leads right into Los Angeles, is beyond Nathaniel. It makes no sense. It— Nathaniel glances at the dashboard where a GPS is shoddily mounted to the A/C vents. They're headed for the airport, which he figured, but... Oh.

Romero took a wrong turn, he bets. He was probably supposed to take Santa Monica Boulevard, not the freeway. Well, at least he hasn’t gotten any smarter since Nathaniel’s been away. That’s sort of reassuring.

“What are you smiling for, Nathaniel?”

Nathaniel wipes the grin off his face and clears his throat. “I’m just happy to see you, Lola. It’s been so long.”

“It has.” She says, leering at him like he’s a piece of meat. Her free hand grips the side of his face and turns him to look at her. “You’re all grown up now. You look just like your father, you know.”

“He really does," Romero says, looking into the rear view mirror. "It’s sorta eerie.”

“It’s not eerie, it's genetics,” Lola says, rolling her eyes. Then she finally releases Nathaniel’s face, he turns away from her to look out the window even though there’s nothing to see. Wait. Nathaniel’s eyes slide down to double check what he just saw.

The door isn’t locked. 

Maybe there’s a way out of this net after all.

[selfmenticide]

unsent texts - nathaniel to fnaftm anna :3c

niel remembers when they first started working together , when she first gave him her number . " just in case something happens . " she said with a wink that at the time he felt was a bit . . . weird to do with a coworker . he remembers the first text he went to send when he'd gotten home , something he'd quickly erased not wanting to seem weird :

[ TEXT ⤍ anna work only ] hey nathaniel from work . just wanting to make sure this is a real number and that you didn't like give me a fake , would understand if you did LOL hope your nights good .

the next time nate remembers not sending a message , words that could put right into drafts was around the time he'd quit the first time , when the stress of everything had him seeking a simple life away from smelly animatronics and haywire code :

[ TEXT ⤍ anna ] sorry to dip all of a sudden , i know we had plans to hang out on my upcoming shifts . everything was just getting to be too much for me and i couldnt see myself having a future there . if you want you are always welcome to swing by my place , ive got movies and video games . shit even board games if you like those .

the last time he had not sent a message was far more recent , after . . . everything happened . from watching his previous coworker die before his own eyes to his boss to almost dying himself by that crazed maniac , nathaniel had too much on his mind , he recalls having tried configuring this message a number of ways before giving up entirely , this is the last thing he got out ( typos included ) :

[ TEXT ⤍ big red ] im so sorry i should tell you wahts going on , its jsut so much . ive got terrible things in me anna , demons , things that are making me wanna do bad things , hiurt people . hurt your boss . i don't know what to do , its liek my brain is on fire and i wanna explain it all , make it make sense , but i barely get it . please i dont wanna see you get hurt because of me , please all ican ask is you dont come looking for me , please anna please .

@murdermelody

[princeofhorrors]

If i had a nickel for every extremely unethical mad scientist character i was infatuated with that had many of clones of himself and was at least somewhat obsessed with evolution in some way, I'd have two nickels which isn't alot but It's probably concerning that i have two whole nickels over this.

Now if i also had a nickel for everytime i fell for a character who was made by the same company as the above company who's core identity and beliefs stemmed from Christianity but they were just a teensy tiinnnyyy bit majorly not normal about said beliefs, I'd have two more nickels which isn't alot but holy fuck is it weird that it happened twice

[zukkaoru]

HAII

fyonikonathan + "what did you do?"

“What did you do?” Silence takes control of the room. As Fyodor’s gaze flits between Nikolai and Nathaniel, the other two look at each other. Their facial expressions flicker as they have a silent conversation, as if Fyodor cannot understand them both with practiced ease. Both Nikolai and Nathaniel are covered in flour, along with the counter and a significant amount of the floor. There are various utensils and mixing bowls spread out everywhere they should not be, and something is burning in the oven. Finally, Nathaniel exclaims, “It was his fault!” Nikolai gasps, overdramatic as always, one hand flying up to clutch his chest. “Me?!” he demands. “Why, Fedya, you cannot possibly believe such nonsense! You know I would never even think of—” “Give me a break,” Nathaniel interrupts. “This looks exactly like something you would do! Because it is!” “Is not! I was having a nice, peaceful, nap when you—” “Kolya,” Fyodor interrupts. “Both of you. Just. Quiet.” He sighs deeply, massaging his temples. “What were you trying to make?” “Sadness and slime cinnamon rolls!” Nikolai exclaims. “Mine were slime-themed, and Nathaniel’s were sad. You can try them, if you want!” Using his ability, Nikolai grabs something from a plate, then steps closer to Fyodor. “Open up~” Fyodor presses his lips together. He is sincerely beginning to regret his choice in subordinates. Partners? …Whatever Nikolai and Nathaniel are. (Right now, he just wishes they were less.)

send me a ship (romantic or platonic) + a sentence and i'll write the next five(ish) sentences

[nobodysdaydreams]

📚

Oh here's a good one, anon. I just wrote it.

“That’s not what I-”

“-you enjoyed it,” objected Garrison. “The praise, the constant adoration, you ate it up.”

“Yes,” sighed Nathaniel. “Yes. And I regret it, Garrison. It was a mistake, and I wish I could go back. Believe me, I would change so much, I would try to be a better person, a better friend to you-”

“Friend?” laughed Garrison. “Please. You never respected or valued my input. You only pretended to care about me so you could use my inventions and were happy to cast aside the “friendship” facade the second it no longer suited you. You were going to make me your mindless scapegoat, an example of how perfect your technique was.”

“I…I wanted you to be happy,” clarified Nathaniel, but the lie that he’d so readily believed himself when he’d thought it in his own head sounded ridiculous and false when he said the words out loud and considered the matter from Garrison’s point of view.

[littlemisspractical]

This week's Sketch Saturday is Nathaniel looking grumpy. Someone's done something to annoy him ... and it's probably Nadia XD

[chaoticallycosmic]

Closed started for @writermuses

Adelaide Kingsley was nervous as all hell and usually, she was pretty good at handling her nerves. She supposed it was because she had never felt this way before about anyone that drove her nerves wild. Despite the fact that she had gotten permission from the man himself to be in his space, as she had been in it before, still. It had been a while since they last saw each other, both their schedules had been busy. Despite various video calls and text messages, she missed Nathaniel something fierce. The voice of Etta James accompanied her as she used his kitchen to cook dinner for them. He had warned her he'd be late but she understood, work was busy and there wasn't much one could do to control that. The model spun around as she stirred and mixed, hoping that this meal turned out well, lost to the sweet voice of Etta that she didn't take notice of how her two dogs (Thor and Shadow), whom she couldn't help but bring with her for this trip, perked up when they heard a noise at the front door.

"All I want you to do is to make your bread. Just to make sure that you're well-fed. I don't want you sad and blue. And I just wanna make love to you."

She sang along as she turned the stove off, still just lost in her thoughts and music, thoughts of seeing Nate in person after what felt like it had been ages.

[mixtapemag]

THE PIANO RECITAL AT CARNEGIE HALL.

Photos by Christopher Hall.

Michelle Zauner of Japanese Breakfast

Kevin Morby

Nathaniel Rateliff

Eric D. Johnson of Fruit Bats / Bonny Light Horseman

Courtney Marie Andrews

Craig Finn of The Hold Steady

Uwade

Phil Cook

Johanna Samuels

Previously on Mixtape:

Photos of Japanese Breakfast at Baltimore Soundstage.

Christopher Hall tweets over here. Carnegie.

[just-myhyperfixations]

Abby saying that her foxes fight always fight back shows just how much character growth Neil has done.

At the start of the foxhole court we establish that he’s a runner, if anything goes wrong he’ll just dip. But he joins the foxes, which is against his nature and everything his mother taught him, he says he’ll leave before the season starts, well maybe before they play the ravens. And then he just doesn’t leave.

HE STAYS

He makes a deal with Andrew, rips into Riko for Kevin, he knows that he should run but he doesn’t. He lets those annoying bastards into his heart. He brings the racket with him, TO FIGHT. He goes to evermore so Andrew is safe and he FIGHTS Riko the whole time there.

When he starts to get the countdown messages he doesn’t leave, he STAYS. He fights Lola after his found family aren’t in danger anymore. He gave up, because it was pointless, but in the end he fights the fbi agents. Because that’s what the foxes taught him.

He went from flight to fight and I think it’s beautiful. He always had that in him but the foxes brought it out. They made him feel safe enough to be the little sh!t he was always supposed to be.

Neil Jolsten, the man you are

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

🍯beeeeeee movie

[niriaveil]

some banter between the warden-commander and her wardens, takes place during awakening.

Anders: So, I've a question for you. Jessamine: Ask. Anders: What exactly do we call you? Commander? Queen? My lady? (if Oghren is in the party) Oghren: 'Hey, you' seems to work well for me, hehe. Jessamine: Titles are meaningless. I have a name, use it. Anders: You say that, but if I get arrested for calling the Queen of Ferelden by her first name, I know who to blame.

Jessamine: You weren't in the Tower when I visited. Anders: Oh, sure I was! Down in the dungeons, probably. Missed all that nasty abomination stuff, thankfully. Jessamine: I see. Anders: "I see"? Not going to ask me why I was down there, Commander? Jessamine: (sighs) Was this your fifth or sixth attempt to escape? Anders: My fifth. Jessamine: I've nothing more to ask then.

Ser Pounce-a-lot: (Meow!) Jessamine: I'm glad to see he's doing well. Anders: Just purr-fectly fine, aren't you, Ser Pounce-a-lot? Ser Pounce-a-lot: (Meow!) Jessamine: (sighs). Anders: What's wrong, Commander? Jessamine: Nothing. Simply appreciating our furry companion.

Jessamine: You've been staring at me for the past hour. Spit it out. Nathaniel: Did my father suffer? Jessamine: You asked Oghren this. Nathaniel: And he evaded the question. I would like to know. Jessamine: Would you, really? Nathaniel: Whatever he did, he was still my father. I... know what he did was horrendous. But still, did he-? Jessamine: He did. (if Oghren is in the party.) Oghren: Don't say I didn't warn you.

Nathaniel: ...How is Fergus doing? Jessamine: Fine enough, last I knew. Nathaniel: I see. (if Anders is in the party) Anders: Lovely weather we're having, aren't we? Jessamine: (sighs) He's still terrible with the bow, if you were curious. Nathaniel: Hah. At least that hasn't changed.

Nathaniel: ...Do you ever think about the past? Jessamine: Of course. I'm only human. Nathaniel: The tales told about you would suggest otherwise. ...But do you ever think about- Jessamine: Don't. Nathaniel: Pardon? Jessamine: Don't entertain the what if thoughts. Leave the past where it is, Nathaniel. We are different people. Nathaniel: ...Very well.

(only if the above conversation occurred, and one major quest has been completed since then.)

Jessamine: Forgive me, for my words. Nathaniel: Which ones? Jessamine: About the past, saying that we are different people now. Nathaniel: You were correct though. Jessamine: I still hurt you. ...Yes, I thought about the past - about us - for so long. But after Highever, I couldn't fathom to think about that anymore. Nathaniel: Do you think it would've made a difference? Jessamine: I don't think love would've saved anyone that day.

Nathaniel: Queen of Ferelden, huh? I'm reminded of a small girl, running around covered in mud and twigs with a screaming mother behind her. Jessamine: The young girl learned what it meant to grow up. Nathaniel: True enough. You no longer make Fergus eat your greens for you, I hope? Jessamine: Hah. I'm certain he goads that the Hero of Ferelden didn't enjoy her vegetables growing up, or that I used to cry when we went hunting because I was afraid of bugs. Nathaniel: Someone has to get the truth out for the people.

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Uma fotografia dos jogadores de futebol do Everton tomando banho após o treino, tirada em janeiro de 1938 por George W Roper para o Daily Herald.

Os jogadores de futebol são, da esquerda para a direita: James Nathaniel ‘Jimmy’ Cunliffe (n. 1912), C Button e William ‘Billy’ Cook (1909-1992).

Fonte: nationalmediamuseum.org.uk