#kelly x nathan

[merry-melody]

[monstersw1thv1bes]

just watched the episode where kelly was like "we should be mates" and like. seriously. how did the writing get so bad after series 1?

[teawiththespleen]

kelly nathan roommate era WHEN 😩

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

TV Couples + 1940s Themed Episodes

Nathan & Haley (One Tree Hill, 2003-2012)

Clark & Lois (Smallville, 2001-2011)

Laura & Steve (Family Matters, 1989-1998)

Olivia & Peter (Fringe, 2008-2013)

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

try to find more ICONIC tv scene and fail / Nathan Scott changed history here / this is a real art. they don't make tv like this anymore & and the song Unsatisfied playing ah♥ / the hottest thing a man can do is be nathan scott / like.. NEVER over this 3x20 OneTreeHill scene-the hottest scene in entire TV-absolute magic!! (+a reminder that when this aired in 2006 James was only 20yo-And he was only 17yo when the show began. An actual teenager playing teenager. Working his hardest since day one. All the best and the greatest you gave shines through Nate, we will never stop celebrating you, James♥)

-SOME OTH LOVE IN THIS NEW YEAR♥ / feel free to check this post for many links or just search oth hashtag in my tumblr acc♥-/

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!!! Sophia Bush, Hilarie Burton, and Bethany Joy Lenz of "One Tree Hill" take on the ultimate friendship test-GLAMOUR (Oct 19, 2021) :https://youtu.be/KoyZf8pN6GM

*Bethany Joy Lenz: One Tree Hill & Escaping a Cult | Call Her Daddy Podcast FULL Interview :https://youtu.be/vJ0Pf4WCUtw

*THAT Hilarie Burton video "I want everyone to know HOW MUCH i love Peyton Sawyer." : https://youtu.be/fI3gnlyjENI

+“James Lafferty interviewed by Bethany Joy Lenz” for Modern Vintage by Bethany Joy Lenz (Joy’s newspaper!) out Sept 23, 2024 (funny bc OTH day!!). THIS 33min conversation about creativity is SO GOOD. And I love these two people, not only because they are very important to all of us out of OTH Fam bc Joy and James GAVE US THE naley but because they are artists and creatives that I look up to and that I am inspired by so deeply. So yeah that was a gift. 21 years after OTH premiered we still are blessed by their magic♥♥/https://youtu.be/j7XsTsaC-Ps

*THE OTH DELETED SCENES(post):https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/707975391341690880/how-could-they-delete-this-is-beyond-me-oth

my OTH ig highlight: https://www.instagram.com/stories/highlights/17898362552187722/

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[nicolettecallednikki]

Dylan and Kelly are what the NathanxBrooke girlies have been looking forrrrr.

"We were just two kids who walked home from school because their parents forgot to pick them up....We're soulmates." is so "Our parents were like children and we both grew into kind of bad versions of ourselves way too fast. So I think you know, I get it” coded it's crazy.

[emthephantom]

☆New Things- Nathan Young☆

Nathan Young x Female!Reader Your Powers are revealed and Nathan helps you Warnings: Brief mentions of sex- No Smut Words: 1250 A/N: Hellooo ghosties, been watching Misfits and thought I'd start writing for Nathan. I hope you enjoy :)

'I just don't get it, we were there and we haven't got any powers, it's not fair.' you grumbled, scrubbing the graffiti harder.

It had been a couple of weeks since the storm and everyone but you and Nathan had powers. It was depressing. Powers or not, you grew close to the gang, becoming good friends with them.

'I'm telling you Y/N, we need to have a quick shag and we'll get some.' the Irish accent chimed, his eyes mischievously gleaming. You were used to Nathan's antics; the constant banter gave you something to look forward to in the mornings, no matter how vulgar.

'Oh shut up, you wanker.' you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him. You begin to return to the task at hand when you hear a crash.

Nathan lays on the floor, not moving a muscle—a trickle of blood leaks from his forehead. Your eyes widen at the boy's state. You drop the brush on the concrete as worry consumes you. Your feet rushed towards Nathan's body. You kneel beside him, delicately placing a hand on his cheek. 'I don't understand what happened,' you begin, 'Did I do something?' you turn to the rest of the group, your eyes watering. Shock filled them while they attempted to send you a look of sympathy, not knowing how else to respond.

You focus your attention back on Nathan. Using your orange jumpsuit, you wipe the blood off his forehead. You continue cradling him, hoping he'll be okay.

'Guess that shag's off the table.' he quietly chuckled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a stream of apologies. Nathan's cold hand rests on yours, stopping your rambling. His piercing green eyes look into yours, 'Y/N, I'm fine, just help me up.' he smiles.

You smile back at him, scrambling to your feet to help him up. When you join the others, Kelly shoots you a look. She then gestures to your hand- still holding Nathan's. You quickly pull away, feeling your face flush. The probation worker prevents an awkward conversation from happening and allows you to go home. All of you walked back into the community centre, desperate to get going.

As you're getting changed you feel a tap on your shoulder. You spin around, meeting eyes with a certain curly-haired boy.

'Nathan?' you questioned.

'Wanna go for a drink?' he interrupted.

'I'd love to.'

'I'll meet you outside.' he smiled, shooting you a wink. You hurriedly got changed and said a quick goodbye before meeting Nathan in the car park.

The walk to the pub was quiet but comforting. You couldn't stop looking at him; he looked so handsome. You longed to hold his hand again, touch his face, kiss those lips.

'So how are you dealing with your new power?' he quizzed.

'I don't understand it, how come I sent you flying?'

'We'll help you, you know that.'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Nathan Young being supportive?

'Thanks Nathan'

He nods in response, continuing the walk to the pub. You're walking in comfortable silence when you feel Nathan throw his arm around your shoulder. The sudden contact sent a shudder through your body.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the bar, finding a table and getting your drinks. It was awkward at first but soon became like heaven. Drinks kept coming and the laughs were never-ending. You didn't want to leave.

'Shit, I should be getting home.' you said

'Do you want me to walk you home?'

'I'd like that.'

You finished the last of your drink and started heading out. The cold night air hit your skin, making you shiver. Nathan walked alongside you, taking notice. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. A smile played on your face, you fit so perfectly together, his arm belongs on you. 'It must be a sign' you thought.

You couldn't stop staring at him, thinking about him, wanting him. One question played in the back of your mind, why was he being so nice? His beautiful accent snapped you out of your thoughts, 'Well this is goodbye, for now, no cock reveal just yet.' he joked.

'I'll see you tomorrow.' you smiled sweetly as you entered your home. He sends a grin back and goes on his way. You hover near the door for a while; almost like you're waiting for him to return. Unbeknownst to you, Nathan wanted nothing more than to come back and be in your company.

The next morning arrived and you were sat on the roof, mindlessly kicking a stray bottle. You hear footsteps and feel hands over your eyes. 'Simon is that you?' you tease. Your eyesight returns and the dramatic slap of arms echoes in your ears.

'Really?, of all people you think I'm Simon?'

You turn to look at Nathan, a questioning look on your face- curious as to what he was doing.

'Just thought I'd check up on you' he said, plopping down on a chair across from you. His gaze lands on the bottle you're still fiddling with. His eyes widen and he lunges for the bottle, grasping it before putting it on the wall behind him. He grabs your hands, leading you towards it. You already miss his touch and are tempted to reach out for him.

'Try to break it.'

'What? Nathan, what are you getting at?'

'I'm helping you. Break it.' You sigh and focus on the bottle. Squinting your eyes, you pray something will happen.

Silence...

Nothing.

You huff in annoyance, and your shoulders sag. Nathan places his hands on your hip, the cold feeling of them sinking through the jumpsuit, giving you flashbacks to the night before.

'Try to use your hands, like you did to me.' The reminder of yesterday's events makes a scowl appear on your face. With a sigh, you focus again, your hand in front of you.

Silence...

Crash!

You jump up in excitement, turning to Nathan. He's just as excited for you, his smile stretching to his ears. You throw your hands around him and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling you around. 'You're a good teacher.' you giggle.

'I could teach you other things.' he teases. He puts you down and looks into your Y/E/C eyes. Your hands rest on his shoulders, you're comfortable enough to ask the question that you so desperately need answering.

'Why have you been so nice to me?'

'I saw how much you cared. I might be a right horny bastard most of the time but I feel different with you.'

You both stood there in silence, Nathan gazing at your face. You could tell he was genuinely admiring you, taking you in, like you'd disappear if he looked away. 'So when do you wanna see my cock?'

'Nathan!' you shouted. He let go of you and started running around; hot on his trail you ran after him. Giggles and screams filled the air- a wholesome sound rarely heard at the community centre. Eventually, you caught up to him and he hugged you again, resting his head on top of yours.

'I do like you, seriously.' he whispered.

'I know.'

The other four were watching you from afar, admiring the sweet view.

'You have to admit they are kinda cute.' Alisha spoke.

'You should see what he thinks of her, it's like he doesn't care I can read his thoughts; it's sickening,' Kelly responded, 'But he does like her a lot'

[monsterswithimagines]

Idk if you do requests but if you do can you do a Nathan Young x reader thats angsty (maybe when he dies in series 1 episode 6) and then ends in fluff? if you dont do requests sorry for the bother!

Resurrection blues

Nathan Young x Reader

A/n: you want angst, anon? I'll give you angst. Draaaamaaaaaa. Wordcount: 1.8k-ish

Masterlist

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When you’d started community service, you never could have imagined it would lead you here.

Digging up your friend’s grave in the middle of the day.

You didn’t want to be doing this–didn’t want to believe there could be any real purpose behind it. There may have been that note saying to come here, and Kelly may have thought she’d heard Nathan’s thoughts, but it simply wasn’t possible.

Nathan was dead. You’d watched him fall off the roof of the community center, had watched him get impaled on that fence. The others hadn’t seen it–not really. They’d all been under some kind of mind control but you… You’d been standing on the roof with him, earbuds in your ears to keep out that weird chick’s control.

You’d watched Nathan desperately try to cling on to Simon’s hand, had watched him fall, then his last twitches of life. You’d seen his lips struggle on a strangled gasp as he fought, impossibly, to stay alive against all odds, with Barbie Girl blasting in your ears, a great song forever ruined.

And then you’d seen the light leave his eyes.

You hadn’t been able to sleep since.

Nathan was gone. Digging him up was useless. It was a violation. But if the others were going to do it, you were sure as hell going to be here.

It seemed to take forever until Curtis’s shovel finally thumped against the casket, and it took all of your combined strength to lift said casket out of the reopened grave. It was a good thing the churchyard was empty today.

Curtis lifted the lid off the coffin, and then there he was.

Nathan.

He was pale. Sickly-looking. Pretty much what you imagined a corpse looked like before it started decomposing. He was wearing the jacket he always wore and one of his favorite T-shirts. One you’d seen him wear often.

You didn’t allow yourself to feel the heartbreak. Not all over again.

“He’s dead,” you pointed out, your voice sounding hollow even to your own ears.

“I heard ‘im,” Kelly insisted. “I think he was knocking one out.”

So now she was not only making you all desecrate Nathan’s grave, but she was also saying he was wanking inside his coffin. Which, okay, that did sound like him, but still.

“That does sound like him,” Simon said, as if he was the mind reader instead of Kelly.

“Maybe you just wanted to hear him,” Alisha said, sounding sympathetic. “But Kel, he’s gone.”

Kelly shook her head and leaned forward, frowning.

And then Nathan sat up and began to scream.

You screamed, too, grabbing onto Simon, who had gone stiff. Alisha was also yelling, and Curtis took several steps backward, exclaiming: “what the fuck!”

Needless to say, you were all well freaked out.

Nathan laughed, not quite managing to stop as he sputtered: “you should see the looks on your faces.” He took a deep breath, finally getting control of himself. “Classic!” He became serious suddenly, or faked it very well as he looked around at you all. “Hey, guess what? I’m immortal.” He grinned wide. “Can you believe this shit?”

He began to stand, which didn’t seem to be too easy for him.

“I told you all I had a power.”

Then, his eyes fell on you, and whatever words he’d wanted to add to his weird little revival monologue seemed to die on his lips.

You’d barely heard a word he’d said. You were gaping at him. Your heart was hammering in your throat.

This wasn’t possible. Nathan was dead. You had watched him die. You had– You had–

You bolted, never responding when your friends called your name.

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You hadn’t really allowed yourself to cry since Nathan had died.

You’d cried when it happened, but since then your eyes had been bone dry. Instead, you’d turned your heartbreak–the one you’d realized right at the moment he had died was there because you loved him–into anger. Because he was a stupid bastard. Because he’d gone and made you feel things and then he’d died.

But now, as you slammed the front door of your flat closed behind you, you cried. Big, wailing sobs as you fell to your knees in the middle of your living room, wrapping your arms around yourself and rocking back and fort.

You didn’t even know what, exactly, you were crying about. Nathan was alive! Kelly had been right after all.

But you couldn’t stop.

You couldn’t stop picturing those last struggling twitches before he’d died, either.

You raked your hands through your hair, then pulled at it as if it would somehow get your brain to cease throwing those images at you.

You had no idea how long you sat there.

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In hindsight, you’d probably begun to have feelings for Nathan on the very first day of community service, when he’d proudly declared he ‘was just done for eating some pick ‘n mix.’ Or maybe it had been sometime during the second or third week, when you’d been smoking together on your break and he’d nudged your shoulder lightly as he was making a joke–because even though it was about how your laugh was too loud, he wanted you to know he didn’t mean it and that you were in on the teasing.

But you hadn’t realised it then. You hadn’t realised it last week, either. Not even when you’d invited him around for tea and he had somehow managed to insult and compliment your cooking at the same time, then been weirdly nice to you all evening.

And then Nathan had gone and died, and all those feelings had crashed into you like a tidal wave.

Only now he was alive, and standing outside your front door at two am, because apparently the second thing he had thought to do after telling his mum that he was immortal was to come and check on you, or so he explained after you opened the door.

You blinked owlishly at him.

“Well?” Nathan asked. “Aren’t you going to let me in? It’s cold as balls out here.”

He was wearing different clothes, you noted. He looked like he’d showered. But he still looked tired and almost sick. You wondered whether that had more to do with dying, or with being inside a coffin for an entire weekend.

Oh, God, he’d been stuck in there an entire weekend.

“Okay,” Nathan said. “This is kinda awkward. Are ya just gonna keep staring at me?”

“Sorry,” you said, and stepped aside to let him through the door.

After you’d come home and had your little breakdown, you’d sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, but then you hadn’t really watched it. You hadn’t realised it had gotten so late, either. Not until there was a knock at your door.

It was the same way you’d been since the funeral, until going to community service this morning.

Nathan looked around.

“Wow, did you fire your cleanin’ lady?”

You didn’t respond. You weren’t in the mood for jokes.

You went to turn off the TV, then realised that made the room too dark and turned on the overhead light. Nathan shielded his eyes against the glare. But once his eyes adjusted, he looked at you once more.

You took a deep breath.

“You just ran off, earlier,” Nathan said before you could speak, sounding surprisingly earnest. “I was worried.”

You opened your mouth to answer. Closed it again.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” Nathan asked.

“Like what?” you managed to croak.

“Like, ‘oh, Nathan, I’m so glad you’re alive! Let’s go have a celebratory shag!’” He looked at you and frowned when you didn’t react. “No?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t need to be all dramatic about that,” Nathan said, rolling his shoulders. “That’s the past, y’know?”

“I thought you–”

Oh, this was not good.

Nathan’s face crumpled as you began to cry, and he rushed into your space, attempting to wipe your tears away.

“Hey, no no no!” he rushed out. “We’re not doing any of that, okay? I’m here. I’m fine, see? You can even punch me if that makes you feel bette– Ow!”

No, punching him did not make you feel better, but you kept at it anyway.

“I thought you were dead, you fucking wanker!” you screamed, slamming your fists into his chest over and over in blind rage. Nathan attempted to catch your wrists and finally, you let him. “Never do that again,” you told him. “Never, ever–”

He kissed you.

Your brain short-circuited.

You didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t move away either. Finally, when Nathan pulled back, you just looked up at him, waiting for him to say something.

“Did I just fuck up?” was what he settled on.

You shook your head.

“Down there in that coffin,” Nathan told you. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I…–” you began, but trailed off. You’d already said you’d thought he was dead several times. What else was there to say?

“I’m really tired,” Nathan said, letting go of your wrists and stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I should go.”

“You don’t have to,” you said before you could think about it.

Nathan seemed to hesitate.

“I mean, you can sleep here,” you clarified. “Instead of at the community centre. If you… want.”

Nathan seemed to think for a moment, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Look, I’m no good at this…” he paused, “serious… girl… stuff and… feelings ‘n shit. I fancy you!” he blurted out this last bit.

For the first time in days, you actually sort of chuckled.

“Thanks,” you said. “Very romantic.”

“Oh, I’m an incredibly romantic man. Can’t you tell?”

You snorted. He smiled.

“That’s better. No more crying, okay?”

“Dickhead.”

“Ouch! You’re hurtin’ my feelings,” Nathan said, pressing a hand to his chest mockingly. “And on this, the day of my resurrection!”

“It’s, like, two am.”

“And on this, the day after my resurrection!”

You shook your head, smiling. But then, you pressed the palms of your hands against your eyes. You had a headache from all the crying, and you still couldn’t unsee Nathan impaled on that fence.

But…

You looked up at him again, and he smiled uncertainly at you.

He was here now. Alive.

“Will you stay?” you pressed.

“Okay. Sure,” Nathan said, almost sweetly. Almost. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

Less than an hour later, after a lot of awkward hemming and hawing, you and Nathan lay in bed, both on your sides and facing each other.

And finally, after what felt like days of torture, you fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[paranoiddreams]

I beg you write for some Robert Sheehan characters 😔

Just for Her

⌗ Nathan Young x fem!reader

⌗ Warnings!! - Explicit language ofc!!!, fluff, slight angst, tension between Nathan and y/n because they’re stupid and whipped for each other, mentions of bullying, everyone treats Simon like shit still, jealousy, secret pinning, y/n is a Simon defender💅🏼, y/n’s power/ethnicity/features are not specified, 1 big cock joke 💪🏻, just general cuteness

⌗ WC!! - 1.94k

⌗ A/n!! - HI MY LOVE YES YES I AM WRITING SO MUCH RN I FEEL BAD FOR ALL THE SPEAK NO EVIL STUFF I HAVE STILL😭😭 but here’s something small for right now because I really need to get out of this weird writing funk I’m in. Sorry if the quality is shit, I’m on some new meds that are FUCKING with my head rn😀 at least I have these beautiful men (fictional and not) to keep me occupied 🤷🏻‍♀️ Speaking of, I have some stuff coming out for Mahito and Satoru soon as well, so don’t worry JJK babes, I will deliver soon🫡

Nathan couldn’t, more like wouldn’t, hold back his laughter as Simon stood before him, Curtis, Alisha, and Kelly, grunting and groaning as his face starts to turn red.

“He looks like he’s going to shit himself!” Nathan howled, keeling over in a fit of boisterous laughter.

“This is really impressive,” Alisha continued, her hand on her hip as she looked at Simon with an unimpressed expression. Curtis was snickering as well, while Kelly just frowned at the sight.

The door to the locker room swings open, the knob hitting the wall from the force of the last addition to the group enters.

“What are you guys doing? We have to paint some stupid fucking benches again!”

Everyone, including Simon, stop and look over at Y/n, who’s standing with her arms crossed over her chest next to the lockers. Her face falls as she looks around, spotting Simon who’s practically shaking in front of the group.

“Barry here was just showing us his A-list power!” Nathan chuckles, gesturing for her to come over. “Go on, Barry, show the girl!”

Simon looks back and forth between Nathan and y/n, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Y/n looks back at the jester of the group, his lips still twisted into a dumb smile.

“The fuck, Nathan?” Y/n groans. “Why are you all just laughing at him?!”

“He was standing there red as a tomato groaning,” he stops to pull a screwed up face, grunting as he impersonates the scene, “trying to show us how he turns invisible! And well, I hate to say it,” he puts his hand to the side of his lips to cover them, “but I don’t think it worked…”

Y/n rolls her eyes and walks over with a huff. “Curtis,” she asks flatly, turning her head to look up at him, “turn back time—now.”

He looks down at her confused. “What? Why? You know it doesn’t work like that!”

“Exactly!” She shouts, looking to the rest of the group. “I can’t control my power at will either, but none of you have denied it like you are with Simon!”

“I never said I believed you,” Alisha retorts.

Y/n turns her head to look at her with an annoyed huff. “Do you believe Curtis, then?”

She rests the hand on her hip at her side, her expression faltering slightly as she goes silent; she does, wholeheartedly at that.

“Right,” y/n says with a slight tilt of her head. She then turns to look back at Simon, who’s looking at her with the same wide-eyed stare he gives everyone. She then turns to look at Nathan, sending him a particularly harsh glare. “And you don’t even have a stupid power,” she sneers at him, her tone clearly fed up before she turns around, walking towards the locker room doors.

“Are you coming?!” Y/n shouts over her shoulder a few seconds later. The rest of the group reluctantly follow, Nathan looking a bit dejected—almost like a kicked puppy.

Once the group returned to the lake they were beside the day the storm happened, Curtis and Simon put the cans of white paint they were carrying down onto the seat of one of the benches. The fresh coat they’d only painted on a few weeks ago was already chipped and stained—partly from the massive clumps of hail that fell from the sky that fateful day, and partly from the ash of cigarettes smoked by the people passing by in the past few weeks.

“Well, this brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Nathan says with a deep sigh of sarcastic remembrance as he tails behind the group, his hands on his hips as he looks out upon the lake. “The day I met you lot,” he smiles, “the day you met the love of your life!”

Y/n looks back at Nathan, who’s looking at her with a cheeky smile while wiggling his eyebrows. She simply rolls her eyes before turning to help Kelly open a can of paint.

Nathan’s smirk falls slowly as he feels a sting of rejection in his chest; he was used to y/n snorting softly, or nudging him with her elbow, whenever he made a stupid joke or pass at her. But he could tell something was up, and he had a feeling it might have something to do with what happened in the locker rooms. Just maybe…

…It most definitely did. Y/n put her headphones on as soon as she started panting the bench Curtis was working on opposite of her, turning her music up all the way. She couldn’t help replaying the previous confrontation in her head as she slathered white paint onto the bench with a cheap brush. She just wanted to go home and sleep, maybe drink a few glasses of wine from her mom’s secret stash just to forget the 164 hours she has left at this place.

Although she knows she’ll most likely wake up tomorrow excited to ride along with the group as they complete various bothersome tasks; as crazy as it sounds, she’s grown close to the five of them, despite everything. Especially Nathan.

She hates to admit it, but that Irish prick has her in a chokehold. She finds herself thinking of him and his stupid jokes late at night, or when she’s getting ready in the mornings, a smile coming to her face. Usually on mornings like that, she tends to layer on her mascara just a little heavier.

But sometimes, she just can’t stand the guy; especially when he’s being a bigger dick than usual.

Ignoring her racing thoughts, brushing them off as her being a bit more irritated than usual today, y/n continues to paint the bench in front of her. She pretends she’s actually painting something meaningful, like the Mona Lisa, or her favorite piece, Saturn Devouring His Son.

But her train of thought is quickly cut off when the swelling music in her ears stops suddenly. “Hey!” She yelps, turning her head up to look at the culprit behind her.

“Whatcha’ listenin’ to?” Nathan asks with a smile as he pulls the headphones over his head, his curls falling over his face. Music pours through the padded speakers over his ears, and he starts plucking an air guitar as he dances to the song. But he quickly halts his antics when y/n shoots up from her crouched position behind the bench, yanking the headphones off of his head before darting towards the opposite direction.

“Where is she going?” Kelly turns to Nathan, brows furrowed as she glares up at him with a knowing look.

“Hell if I know!” He exclaims, dropping his hands at his sides. But before he can stop himself, Nathan feels his feet acting on instinct, trailing behind her. A few moments later, he sees her in the distance, jogging the rest of the way to her.

Y/n sits against a concrete pillar under the highway, holding a cigarette in her fingers as smoke pours from between her lips, floating above her head like a halo. She looks out over the lake, the water lapping and glittering in the sunshine.

At first when Nathan reaches her, she continues on as if he weren’t there, but then flinches to attention when he sits down next to her.

“Is my dancing that bad?” he asks when y/n pulls the muff of her headphones away from one of her ears. "Ran off like a scared deer."

She sighs softly, and takes them off completely. "And?"

"And you can't leave me with them!" Nathan exclaims in a lighthearted manner. "You know you're the only one I can barely tolerate."

Y/n exhales a soft huff of amusement, making his heart flutter softly, to which he ignores as usual.

"You were being a dick, you know?" y/n sighs. "You always are to Simon."

"Who?"

She cocks her head to look at him, a blank expression of annoyance on her face. Nathan cackles, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Alright! Alright! I was just playing with him," he defends.

"Yeah, well not everyone likes to play around like that."

"You do."

Y/n gives him a look again, and he backs off slightly. "Okay," he sighs. "I'll give the lad a proper apology...later..."

Once she analyzes his face and determines Nathan isn’t joking around completely this time, she smiles softly for the first time today, leaning her head back against the concrete pillar. Nathan mirrors her, his eyes focused on the slope of her nose as she looks out across the water--he can practically hear the cogs turning in her head.

"You can make people feel like shit sometimes," she continues after a few silent moments. Nathan pulls his eyes away from her Cupid's bow, back to her's. "I would know."

He feels a slight pang of...something in his chest. "I make you feel like shit?" He asks.

"No," she says, "not that. It's just...no offense...but I've known a few boys like you--well, not entirely like you. They didn't have..."

Nathan's smirk returns. "Good looks? Charm? A huge cock?"

Y/n giggles softly, nudging his shoulder with hers. "Shut up," she smiles, "I mean boys who cover their emotions with humor at the expense of others, they didn't have a joy for life like you, I guess. So when they'd make fun of people, it was impossible to tell the difference between jokes and insults. At first I thought you were one of those kinds of boys, and sometimes I forget you’re not."

Nathan nods softly, trying not to let his stupid jokes surface for once; because he knows she’s right. Humor is the immediate response he has to any emotion he feels. He's never thought about how it affects other's until now, despite the lectures from kids his age and adults alike over the years. What is it about y/n? He doesn't know; but he does keep listening.

"So just...try not to hide so much of yourself anymore," she sighs. “Be funny because you want to be. Not because you want to hurt someone else.”

A few moments of silence go by, only the sound of rushing water and the distant voices of the group reaching their ears.

"So...you were bullied by these guys?"

Y/n turns her head to look at Nathan. She simply nods her head and looks back at the water.

"Oh," he whispers.

She's never heard him so quiet, so speechless, before.

“I didn’t know.”

"I didn't tell you."

They sit there for a few more moments in silence, practically feeling the dragging of time going by before them. Nathan's eyes only wander back to y/n's supple cheeks when he makes the realization that, for the first time in his life, he has no jokes to tell. He isn't sliding past with an inappropriate innuendo, or breaking the silence with an offensive observation. He's just sitting in complete and udder silence with her.

"Maybe you could come with Simon and I to the pub tonight," he says after a few moments. "You know, so you can walk me through a proper apology."

Y/n turns her head, a soft smile appearing on her face. "Wow," she gasps.

"What? Want t' make it just the two of us?" Nathan asks with a cocky smirk. Y/n punches his shoulder, and for once, he relishes in the sting.

"No it's just...you called him Simon..."

Nathan's eyes widen slightly at her words, and he shakes his head softly, curls sticking up when he runs a hand through his hair.

"I--what do you mean? That's his name, isn't it?"

"Yeah," y/n laughs, "but none of us were really sure if you remembered that."

He clicks his tongue softly, cheeks going slightly red from being called out. "Yeah, yeah, I knew that. You lot really think lowly of me, huh?"

Her smile widens slightly, and she shakes her head softly. "No," she says, "At least I don't."

[random-movie-ideas]

Essential Characters to Include in an X-Men Series

These are the most important characters you'll want to include when making an X-Men series:

Charles Xavier AKA Professor X

Scott Summers AKA Cyclops

Jean Grey AKA Marvel Girl/Phoenix

James Howlett/Logan AKA Wolverine

Ororo Munroe AKA Storm

Marie AKA Rogue

Kitty Pryde AKA Shadowcat

Hank McCoy AKA The Beast

Kurt Wagner AKA Nightcrawler

Bobby Drake AKA Iceman

Remy LeBeau AKA Gambit

Pyotr Rasputin AKA Colossus

Warren Worthington III AKA Angel/Archangel

Betsy Braddock AKA Psylocke

Jubilation Lee AKA Jubilee

Alex Summers AKA Havok

Sean Cassidy AKA Banshee

Lorna Dane AKA Polaris

Rachel Summers

Lucas Bishop

Nathan Summers AKA Cable

Laura Kinney AKA X-23

David Haller AKA Legion

Moira MacTaggert

Lilandra Neramani

Senator Robert Kelly

The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters

Eric Lehnsherr AKA Magneto

Raven Darkholme AKA Mystique

En Sabah Nur AKA Apocalypse

Nathaniel Essex AKA Mr. Sinister

Madelyne Pryor AKA The Goblin Queen

Victor Creed AKA Sabertooth

Cain Marko AKA Juggernaut

Mortimer Toynbee AKA Toad

Fred Dukes AKA The Blob

Pietro Maximoff AKA Quicksilver

Wanda Maximoff AKA The Scarlet Witch

Sebastian Shaw

Emma Frost

William Stryker

Kenuichio Harada AKA The Silver Samurai

Arkady Rossovich AKA Omega Red

Bolivar Trask

Master Mold

The Sentinels

The Brotherhood of Mutants

Weapon X

The Hellfire Club

[seanfalco]

Hi! You asked for requests and I’m going to request a nanthan x reader with prompt 53 “I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.” If that’s ok please?

Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k Tags/Warnings: none Prompt: I decided to participate in @/yearoftheotpevent‘s Year of the OTP (except using reader inserts).  For February’s prompt I chose ‘Valentine's Day’, even though it's a little late;;; a/n: I had this prompt in my askbox for a while;; I hope you still enjoy it!

“So, how’s thing’s goin’ wif you and Nathan?” Kelly asked, nudging you with her elbow as you held up the Valentine’s Day event poster for her to pin to the bulletin board in the Community Centre lobby.

Her question caught you off guard and you nearly dropped the curling paper before you shrugged.  “It’s good,” you answered, trying to think of something better to say.  You could practically read your friend’s thoughts from the skeptical look on her face.

“I mean, he’s fun, and I like snogging him,” you elaborated quickly, trying to keep your own thoughts to yourself, though Kelly heard them anyway.

“But–?” she interjected and you winced, finally letting out a sigh.

“But… he’s not exactly th’romantic type,” you admitted reluctantly.

“I coulda told yeh that,” Kelly pointed out, and you couldn’t help but sigh.

“I mean, yeah… though sometimes he’s really sweet… in between bein’ an arse.”

Kelly snorted, ambling toward the next bulletin board down the hall.  “I don’t even wanna ask what you’re doin’ for Valentine’s day.” You groaned, kicking the toe of your sneaker against the scuffed tile beneath your feet.  “I just wanna be swept off my feet for once, is that so bad?” you huffed, hanging the next poster.  “He doesn’t even hafta buy me anythin’.  I just wish he’d put a little effort in, that’s all…”

Unbeknownst to you or Kelly, Nathan had overheard your conversation from the mezzanine, your voices carrying in the empty halls.  Chewing his lip, he took your words to heart and began planning the most sickeningly sweet romantic evening he could think of, not wanting to let you down.

By the time Valentine’s day had arrived, you made your way to the Community Centre to meet Nathan for your date, not expecting much.  Opening the door he’d left unlocked for you, you were in the midst of mentally preparing yourself for disappointment when the lights suddenly flickered on and you were met with the sigh of hundreds of paper hearts hanging from the ceiling.

“What th–?” you breathed, gaping at the unexpected decor when Nathan’s voice echoed down from the balcony above you.

“Happy Valentine’s, y/n!”

“Nathan?” you called, pulling back some of the streamers and suspended hearts to look up at him, leaning against the balcony railing in an outfit you’d never seen him wear before.

“Yes?” he replied, raising a thick eyebrow at you and grinning bemusedly.

“Did you do all this?”

“Course!” he exclaimed, shrugging like it was nothing.

“All by yourself?” you asked skeptically.

It was certainly exceptional, but it had to have been a lot of work, especially for one person, and you knew how lazy Nathan could be.

“What, y’don’t think I could’ve done this?” Nathan exclaimed, clapping his hand over his heart in faux offense as he descended the stairs to join you.

“Well…” you trailed off, still doubtful, but not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“Well, I might’ve taken ‘em from th’daycare room and made Barry help me hang ‘em,” he admitted, quickly dodging your lighthearted smack at his shoulder.

“You stole kids’ crafts?” you exclaimed, trying to fight back an amused chuckle.  Also, if you had to guess, Simon did the brunt of the work, but still, you were touched.

“They weren’t usin’ ‘em!” Nathan cried.  “Plus, I thought it’d be romantic and shit,” he added, taking your hand.  “C’mon, there’s more!” he exclaimed, pulling you toward the stairs to the roof.

Nathan burst out onto the rooftop and spread his arms wide.  Candles flickered in a haphazard circle around what looked to be a small eclectic picnic laid out on the weathered coffee table across from the threadbare sofa where you and the others often snuck off to after and sometimes even during your community service hours.

“So, what d’yeh think?” Nathan asked hesitantly, his gaze darting between you and his little surprise.

“This is…” your words melted on your tongue as your boyfriend pulled you toward the moth eaten couch and the bottle of cheap champagne sitting between two mismatched glasses from the Community Centre’s kitchen.

“Shit, hold on,” he mumbled, hastily reaching into his pocket to grab his ipod and plug it into the little speaker on the table.  The next thing you knew Endless Love was playing softly.

“There!  Pretty impressive, huh?  Romantic as fuck, yeah?”  Nathan supplied, grinning nervously, still waiting for your approval.

“It’s lovely,” you finally murmured, lowering yourself to the seat.

Nathan’s grin grew and he scrambled to sit down next to you, grabbing the bottle of champagne and wrenching at the cork.  “Help yourself to some cheese and fruit,” he said, gritting his teeth as he struggled to open the booze.  “Watch out for bits of mold though,” he warned and you grimaced, dropping the strawberry you’d picked up.

“Uh, Nathan, this is very sweet and all, but where’d you get this stuff?” you asked.

As soon as Nathan opened his mouth to answer, the cork shot out of the bottle followed by an eruption of bubbles splattering all over the crotch of his jeans.

“Shit!” he yelped, jumping to his feet, but it was already too late, his pants were soaked, making it look like he’d just pissed himself.  “Jay-sus,” he huffed in annoyance, letting out a defeated sigh as he collapsed back into his seat.  

“Guess that’s what I get for tryin’ so hard,” he muttered in frustration, setting the half empty bottle back down and shaking the alcohol from his hand.

“Did you really do all this for me?” you asked, turning toward him.

“Well… yeah,” he replied, as if it was obvious.  “I might’ve overheard what y’said t’Kelly th’other day and I wanted t’make today special for yeh, sweep yeh off your feet like y’wanted,” he explained.  “I’m no good with th’feelin’s and th’romance and shit, y’know, all that mushy stuff,” he muttered, looking down at his hands.

Letting out a soft huff of affection, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, taking him off guard.  “I dunno about all that,” you murmured as he turned to gape at you.  “I think it was sweet of you to put the effort in,” you said with a shrug, your gaze lingering on his lips.  “I think you’re pretty romantic in your own way.”

Nathan’s mouth stretched into a lopsided grin, straddling the line between cheeky and sincere.  “I can still sweep yeh off your feet if y’want,” he said, grabbing the bottle of champagne round the neck and bringing it to his lips before offering you a swig which you gratefully took.

“Oh yeah?  And how y’gunna do that?” you asked, biting your lip coyly.

“Like this,” he replied, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you, his lips descending on yours before you could reply, and you kissed him back, matching his exuberance with your own.

Your heart pounding in your chest, the alcohol on his tongue went straight to your head, making the world spin, or maybe it was just Nathan’s fervent kisses.  Either way, everything else fell away and all you could think about was how much you loved him.

@super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator

[monstersw1thv1bes]

"i did eeny meenie minie moe and you lost and i still chose you" is low key a really fucking romantic line

[usafphantom2]

Secretary of State Allen Dulles selected the wrong flight plan for the May 1, 1960, overflight of Russia in a U-2. Ironically, the last flight of the SR 71 landed at Dulles Airport on March 6, 1990!

Allies During World War II: The Russians were on the same side as the United States, so we shared information. We gave them lend-lease early warning radar, but what we didn’t count on was the Russians improving upon it. It was frustrating to see that the Soviets could track our U-2s in the 50s and the 60s. Project Rainbow: It was a high-priority project to help lower the radar signature. One idea was painting the U-2s with iron-loaded paint to help with radar detection deflection. (After they were painted, they were called “dirty birds”. )Another idea was a piano wire along the fuselage to scatter radar tracking.

Kelly Johnson (the head skunk at the Skunk Works) had determined that the Soviets could shoot a U-2 down. They were working on borrowed time, as his prediction did come true on May 1, 1960. This was supposed to be the last planned flight over the Soviet Union by the U-2

Around 1959, Kelly started working on its replacement, which was the A-12. The replacement for the A-12 after the “nice girl” competition between the SR 71 and the A-12 was the SR 71.

Grand Slam was the name of one of the flight plans that Chief of Staff General Nathan Twining reviewed before the May 1 flight. He called the Secretary of State Allen Dulles to warn him the Soviets would know this plan.. as Marty Knutson flew it less than a month ago. Dullas went on to pick the Grand Slam flight plan with no changes. General Twinning was right; The Soviets were ready to shoot down the U-2 with this flight plan.

Francis Gary Powers was picked for this flight by the CIA because he was the pilot with the best navigation skills. The thought was that their defenses would be down on May 1; it is the Russians Mayday. Their May Day is somewhat like our Fourth of July. The Soviets were ready for Powers they launched 14 SA-2 missiles.

The U-2’s tail was blown off. Kelly Johnson often wondered if it was the new black box that he put on the U-2 tail with electrical countermeasures that possibly had the opposite effect Instead of jamming the airplane it brought attention to the airplane. Francis Gary Powers was hand-picked for the flight because he was a good pilot but because he was alive after the crash., Some people who worked for the Agency the CIA were very angry that he did not kill himself. That was an option, but it was not mandatory. Kelly Johnson heard Gary Powers's story about the shootdown of his U-2 and he believed him. So when he came back to the United States, he hired him to be a U-2 test pilot.

Written by Linda Sheffield Miller c@

Source the Skunkworks by Ben Rich’s

@Habubrats71 via X

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

The Saturns, which honor the best in genre entertainment across film and television, are organized by the Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. Winners will be announced February 4, 2024 in a ceremony at the LA Marriott Burbank Airport Hotel and will stream live on ElectricNow.

Best Action / Adventure Film

Bullet Train (Sony Pictures) The Equalizer 3 (Sony Pictures) Fast X (Universal Pictures) John Wick: Chapter 4 (Lionsgate Films) Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One (Paramount Pictures) The Woman King (TriStar Pictures)

Best Film Screenwriting

Avatar: The Way of Water, James Cameron and Rick Jaffa & Amanda Silver (Walt Disney/Lightstorm) Barbie, Noah Baumbach & Greta Gerwig (Warner Bros. Pictures) The Menu, Seth Reiss & Will Tracy (Searchlight Films) Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One, Erik Jendresen & Christopher McQuarrie (Paramount Pictures) Oppenheimer, Christopher Nolan (Universal Pictures) Pearl, Ti West & Mia Goth (A24)

Best Film Editing

Avatar: The Way of Water, Stephen Rivkin, David Brenner, John Refoua, James Cameron (Walt Disney/Lightstorm) Fast X, Dylan Highsmith, Kelly Matsumoto, Corbin Mehl, Laura Yanovich (Universal Pictures) Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, Andrew Buckland, Michael McCusker, Dirk Westervelt (Lucasfilm/Paramount/Disney) John Wick: Chapter 4, Nathan Orloff (Lionsgate Films) Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One, Eddie Hamilton (Paramount Pictures) Oppenheimer, Jennifer Lane (Universal Pictures)

Best Film Visual / Special Effects

Avatar: The Way of Water, Joe Letteri, Richard Baneham, Eric Saindon, Daniel Barrett (Walt Disney/Lightstorm) The Creator, Jay Cooper, Ian Comley, Andrew Roberts, Neil Corbould (20th Century Studios) Guardians of the Galaxy-Vol. 3, Stephane Ceretti, Alexis Wajsbrot, Guy Williams, Dan Sudick (Marvel/Walt Disney Studios) Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, Andrew Whitehurst, Kathy Siegel, Robert Weaver, Alistair Williams (Lucasfilm/Paramount/Disney) Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One, Alex Wuttke, Simone Coco, Jeff Sutherland, Neil Corbould (Paramount Pictures) Oppenheimer, Andrew Jackson, Giacomo Mineo, Scott Fisher, Dave Drzewiecki (Universal Pictures)

Best Science Fiction Television Series

Andor (Lucasfilm/Disney+) Foundation (Apple TV+) The Mandalorian (Lucasfilm/Disney+) The Peripheral (Amazon) Silo (Apple TV+) Star Trek: Picard (Paramount+/CBS) Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (Paramount+/CBS)

Best New Genre Television Series

Andor (Lucasfilm/Disney+) The Ark (Electric Entertainment/Syfy) The Last of Us (HBO/Max) Lord of the Rings: Rings of Power (Amazon) Silo (Apple TV+) The Walking Dead: Dead City (AMC) Wednesday (Netflix)

Best Actress in a Television Series

Caitriona Balfe, Outlander (Starz) Lauren Cohan, The Walking Dead: Dead City (AMC) Emma D’Arcy, House of the Dragon (HBO/Max) Rebecca Ferguson, Silo (Apple TV+) Tatiana Maslany, She-Hulk: Attorney-at-Law (Marvel/Disney+) Rose McIver, Ghosts (CBS) Elizabeth Tulloch, Superman & Lois (Warner Bros. Television)

[mourntomidnight]

The Teen Angst of Caster-bridge

A is for Adrian who was hit by a car

B is for Brittany who was stabbed by a bar

C is for Cameron who was shot in the head

D is for Damian who bled and bled

E is for Elsa who slit her wrists

F is for Fabian who died of a cyst

G is for Gail who overdosed on pills

H is for Harry who succumbed to chills

I is for Ian who slipped off a roof

J is for Jason who just went poof

K is for Kelly who bled from the hook

L is for Liam who just didn’t look

M is for Mary who burned in a church

N is for Nathan who fell off a birch

O is for Olivia who died giving birth

P is for Paul who sunk into the earth

Q is for Quinn who loved the wrong man

R is for Ramona who was trampled seeing a band

S is for Sarah who was bitten by bats

T is for Trevor who was eaten by cats

U is for Ulysses who cracked his skull

V is for Vivian who fell off the hull

W is for Walter who went in the van

X is for Xavier who sunk in the sand

Y is for Yvonne who choked on a meal

Z is for Zachary who was harvested like ve

[thegrimoiresvoice]

ANOTHER AU!? I know what you're saying... Gwen, you're nuts. But not only are you absolutely right, I think this one might be my most ambitious one yet. As a young nerd, there were two groups. The Marvel fans and the DC fans. And while the rivalry certainly has calmed down a bit, I was almost always torn. So, earlier in the week, I decided to do the one thing that every fanfic writer has tried at least once.

A Marvel/DC crossover.

But unlike the typical realm merger, to put it in Mortal Kombat terms, this is a universe where both properties coexist. For example, picture a group of people walking to a Big Belly Burger while listening to Just the Facts with J. Jonah Jameson. That's just a fraction. I have an ENTIRE starting cast as well.

Welcome... to Earth-812

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Bruce Wayne/Batman (Alex Organ/Edward Bosco)

Clark Kent/Superman (Talon Warburton)

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (Grey DeLisle)

Dr. Bruce Banner/Hulk (Sean Chiplock/Lou Ferrigno)

Thor Odinson (Kyle Hebert)

Antoinette Stark/Iron Man (Erica Lindbeck/Andrew Bowen)

Steve Rogers/Captain America (Roger Craig Smith)

TEEN TITANS

Dick Grayson/Robin 1/Nightwing (Scott Menville)

Victor Stone/Cyborg (Khary Payton)

Kory Ander/Starfire (Kelly Rae Boyer)

Rachel Roth/Raven (Amanda Lee)

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy (Ben Schwartz)

Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle (Miles Luna)

Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Nathan Sharp)

Gwen "Joyce Delaney" Stacy/Ghost Spider (Avril Lavigne)

SINISTER SIX

Slade Wilson/Deathstroke (Bryan Cranston)

???/Joker (Jason Marnocha)

Dr. Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus (Alfred Molina)

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin (Steve Blum)

Howard Stark/Iron Monger (Jamieson Price)

Eduardo Dorrance/Bane (Danny Trejo)

MIDNIGHT SUNS

Dr. Victor Fries/Mr. Freeze (Arnold Schwarzenegger)

Dr. Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn (Brina Palencia)

Dr. Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy (Venus Terzo)

Nanaue Shei'ark/King Shark (Fred Tatasciore)

Louise Lincoln/Killer Frost (Jennifer Hale)

Edalyn Brock/Venom (Stephanie Beatriz/Lzzy Hale)

Kara Danvers/Supergirl (Addie Amick)

Johnny "Blaze" Ketch and Dani Ketch/Ghost Rider 1 and 2 (Clifford Chapin and Erica Mendez)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (James A. Janisse)

Eric Brooks/Blade (Christopher Judge)

SWORDS OF RAO

Zod (Liam O'Brien)

Faora (Lauren Babic)

Non (Keith Ferguson)

GAMMA FREAKS

Dr. Brian Banner/The Father (Jim Cummings)

Rick Jones/Red Hulk (Nolan North/Darin De Paul)

Emil Blonsky/Abomination (Ike Amadi)

CULT OF FLAME

Cletus Kassady/Carnage (Robert Englund/Jacob Craner)

Frances Barrison/Shriek (Cree Summer)

Mephisto (Alan Lee)

X-MEN

Professor Charles Xavier (Peter Capaldi)

James "Logan" Howlett/Wolverine (Steve Blum)

Hannah Marie/Rogue (Meghan Black)

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (Christina Vee, but with a Cajun accent)

Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin/Colossus (Stefan Kapičić)

Illyana Rasputin/Magik (Anya-Taylor Joy)

UNAFFILIATED

Dr. Curt Connors/Lizard (Rob Zombie)

Max Dillon/Electro (Jamie Foxx)

Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin (Danny DeVito)

Dr. Joana Crane/Scarecrow (Kathleen Barr)

Waylon Jones/Killer Croc (Ron Perlman)

Victor von Doom/Doctor Doom (Lex Lang)

Erik Lensherr/Magneto (David Sobolov)

Frank Castle/Punisher (Thomas Jane)

Jason Todd/Robin 2/Red Hood (Jensen Ackles)

Flint Marko/Sandman (John DiMaggio)

Nick Fury (Karl Urban)

L. Thompsin Lincoln/Tombstone (Keith David)

Anastasia Kravenoff/Kraven the Hunter (Mariya Aranova)

Quinten Beck/Mysterio (Bruce Campbell)

Alexsei Systevich/Rhino (Paul Giamatti)