#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 😩

[siobhanroygirl]

the line “i did eeny meeny miny moe and you lost and i still chose you” remains one of the most romantic moments in pop culture

[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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[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)

[girl-bateman]

When The Sun Goes Down / Misfits

[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'

[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

[monsterswithimagines]

Sailor Song (Nathan's pov) - Part 1

Nathan Young x Female!Reader

Summary: After Nathan is buried alive, things aren't all rainbows and unicorns for him. One night, after a particularly bad nightmare in which he's back in his coffin all over again, he calls his ex–you. A/N: This is a multi-chap fic from Nathan's pov. I'm writing the same fic from your pov at the same time, but I can't decide yet wether I wanna post it consecutively or wait until this one is done and then post it. I think the latter might me easier so as not to cause confusion.

Masterlist

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Whenever Nathan slept, he dreamt he was still inside that coffin.

It hadn’t seemed so bad at the time. He’d spent most of those hours listening to his iPod, at least until his battery ran out. Then he’d attempted to knock one out a couple of times, but that didn’t quite work. Eventually he would be interrupted by the lack of air, or the silent creaking of six feet of earth crushing him.

That one was a real boner-killer.

When the others had dug him up, that had been that. He’d thought he was fine.

It’d been sort of inconvenient, spending the weekend buried underground without a toilet or so much as a tissue after he sneezed, and convincing his mum he hadn’t somehow faked his own death (as well as convincing his dad he’d done exactly that) had been a real pain in the ass…

But he was good. No worse for wear.

Except when he went to sleep, he was right back underground, convinced he’d never actually gotten out–convinced he was going to spend the rest of his immortal life locked inside his own coffin.

He woke up trashing, hoarse from screaming, not recognizing at first that he wasn’t still buried, that he was on the mezzanine that served as his ‘bedroom’ inside the community centre, that he was out.

He clambered his way downstairs, phone in hand, walking from one wall to the other. His body was all nervous, tense fucking energy and he cussed angrily when his first call, Kelly, went to voicemail immediately, because of course her phone was fucking off, it was three fucking am.

He scrolled through his phone book, pausing on Barry’s contact, and then shook off that thought. Barry would probably answer, but he’d sound far too concerned for Nathan’s well-being, and Nathan really didn’t need that right now. He just needed a distraction, just needed–

He was ringing the next person before he could think about it.

When you answered, Nathan could hear nothing but loud music–so loud it hurt his ears through the shitty phone speaker, but then there was a lot of rustling, and a bang, and suddenly the only background noise was the wind against your phone, making your voice sound tinny and far away as you finally spoke: “hello? Nathan?”

Nathan took a deep breath.

He hadn’t spoken to you in ages. Not since before the storm. Hell, not since before he’d got done. Since then, he’d fought the urge to pick up the phone and ring you every day, but he knew that he couldn’t because when girls broke up with someone and said ‘but let’s still be mates, yeah?’, they generally meant ‘get the fuck outta my life.’

“Nathan?” you repeated, sounding uncertain now.

Nathan cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he said, voice scratchy. “It’s me. Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

And of course you would ask him that. The two of you hadn’t spoken in months. He hadn’t even called you when his mum had kicked him out, mostly because even though the two of you had been broken up by then, he knew you’d have let him crash with you in a heartbeat, and he couldn’t stand the thought of being around you all the time anymore. Not when you no longer ever gave him that secret smile meant only for him.

You smiled like that at some other guy, now, probably.

“Nathan?”

Nathan cleared his throat again.

“I shouldn’tve called,” he said.

“No, hey, I’m glad to hear from you,” you said. Nathan could hear the slight lilt of drunkenness to your voice. You were probably out with mates–the same mates who had been his mates, once upon a time, only they’d only ever really put up with him because you liked him. Certainly none of them had offered to put him up when he’d become a homeless. But then again, neither had any of his new mates, who he sometimes wasn’t sure were his mates at all, either. “How’re you doin’?”

Your voice was casual now, as if you could tell Nathan didn’t want to talk about anything serious.

“Oh, you know, life’s a fuckin’ dream, as always,” Nathan said, attempting to put on his usual swagger. “Got my community service, so that’s fun.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard you got arrested,” you said, your voice disapproving. “What was that about?”

“I was just done for eatin’ some pick ‘n mix. That manager had it out for me, I swear to you.”

“Uh huh,” you said, sounding unimpressed. There was another bang then, and a voice in the background, speaking to you. “No, I don’t think so,” you answered whoever it was. Then: “Yeah, okay, see ya.”

“Am I interruptin’ a fun night out?” Nathan asked.

“Honestly, I was thinking about going on home,” you said. “The others are beginning to fuck off, too. Pussies. It’s only–” a shuffle. “Wow. Four am. I take it back.”

Nathan chuckled.

“So what has you callin’ me at this hour?” you asked, then paused. “This isn’t a drunk booty call, is it?”

“I have never been drunk in my life,” Nathan said, feigning offence. 

“Uh huh, and that time we got pissed and threw beer bottles off the overpass, that one doesn’t count, I take it?”

“You’re just a bad influence on me. I was an innocent little wallflower until you came along,” Nathan insisted, a smile playing around his lips. His heart had settled back into a normal rhythm, and the darkness was no longer pressing in on him from all sides.

“Funny, my mum says the opposite.”

“How is dear Sandra?” Nathan asked, teasing. “Still upset I pissed in her vegetable garden?”

“Hell, I’m still upset you did that,” you said, though you didn’t sound upset. “Why would you even do that?”

“Your door was locked. I needed the loo. What was I supposed to do?”

“Ring the doorbell like a normal person?”

“Sometimes when you gotta go, you just gotta go,” Nathan insisted. “And your mum never would’a known if she hadn’t chosen that exact moment to go put out the trash bin.”

“We eat those vegetables, Nathan,” you said, sounding amused.

“You’ve eaten worse. You’ve had my spunk down your throat.”

You fell silent, then, and Nathan almost wondered if he’d gone too far.

But then: “I heard your mum kicked you out.”

“Yeah, well, her– the guy who lives with her. Apparently I made him cry one too many times. Poor little Jezza.” Nathan shrugged, trying to sound unbothered.

Anybody else would have probably bought it.

“Where are you livin’?”

“Just, you know, with some mates.”

“I know all of your mates.”

“No, you don’t. These are people from community service.”

It was technically true, right?

You sighed.

“I wish you would’ve called me.”

“Yeah, that would’a gone over well. ‘Hey, girl who dumped me for bein’ a pain in her ass, can I please come crash at your flat, pretty please? Thanks.’”

“Is that what you think happened?” you asked, and Nathan could hear the frown in your voice. He could practically see it between your eyebrows, and felt the urge to reach out and smooth it down, even though you weren’t actually with him. “You think I broke up with you because you ‘were a pain in my ass?’”

“Hey, wasn’t the first time someone just got sick of me,” Nathan said defensively. “I’m just surprised you put up with me for as long as you did, honestly. I mean, almost a year. That’s at least eleven more months than the only other serious relationship I’ve had, so.”

“You–” But you didn’t go on talking, as if you didn’t even know what to say.

Nathan chuckled humorlessly, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, and quickly glanced at the time on his phone before pressing it back to his ear.

“Look, I should let you go,” he said. “I just–”

“You weren’t a pain in my ass,” you suddenly said, your voice harsh. “I mean, you were, but I didn’t break up with you because of that. Did I have any complaints about you? Yeah, but everybody has those. You’re mean, downright cruel sometimes, and you’ve got trust issues, but–”

Nathan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“I fuckin’ loved you, alright?” you said, the words rushing out of you. “And I broke up with you because… Because everything is just a joke to you. Just a bit of mindless fun. You never would’a felt the same.”

The words were like a punch to the gut, and Nathan found that for once in his life, he had nothing to say in response to them, no sarcastic comeback or charming joke. “I….” He managed, but then quit talking all together as you ploughed ahead.

“And then, then you didn’t even call me. You were fine just lettin’ me slip from your life, so I was right.”

“I couldn’t call you,” Nathan blurted out. “The thought of listening to you tell me that some other guy made you happier than I ever did…” He gritted his teeth.

“What other guy?” you asked, laughing humourlessly. “There is no other guy. What would make you think there’s another guy?”

“Because you’re you,” he said, without thinking. “Hell, you probably have a whole queue of other guys waitin’ to take my spot. I mean, you could have whoever you want.”

“That’s– Are you callin’ me a slag?” you asked, defensive. “Is that what you’re sayin’ right now? Unbelievable.”

“No! No, I’m just–” Nathan let out a frustrated sigh. “Jesus, that wasn’t what I meant at all! Don’t you get it? You’re all sweet and you’re funny, and you’re the prettiest thing anyone’s ever laid eyes on. I’m surprised you didn’t have guys throwin’ themselves at you the moment we broke up.”

You didn’t answer. Nathan wished he could see your face. Wished he knew what you were thinking.

“Why did you call me?” you finally asked, sounding reserved. “Seriously. What is it?”

“I….” Nathan exhaled loudly. He wanted to lie, to brush it off. But he couldn’t. “I needed a distraction.”

“From what?”

“I have nightmares.”

“Nightmares?” you sounded disbelieving.

“Something… bad happened to me,” Nathan tried to explain. “And it’s not like that time with my mum’s ex. This really happened.”

“What was it?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Nathan immediately said, which was sort of the truth, but also he couldn’t exactly tell you that he was immortal now. 

You didn’t say anything for a moment, and then, slowly, asked, “…Did someone hurt you?”

Nathan scoffed. “No.”

“Then what?”

“It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” you asked, and it was the same tone you’d used countless times over the span of your relationship to demand he be honest with you.

“Look, I can’t tell ya, okay?” Nathan said, irritated now. “Have you always been this annoying?”

“Yes,” you said simply. “Have you always been this avoidant?” The question was obviously meant to be rhetorical.

He could hear the click-clacking of your heels against the pavement now. Probably you were walking home. Probably you were going to want to hang up and go to bed soon.

“I really should let you go,” Nathan repeated. “It’s late.”

“Are you going to ignore me for another few months?” you asked. “Or will you pick up the phone an’ ring me this time?”

“I’ll ring ya,” Nathan said, certain that he wouldn’t.

You were quiet again, and Nathan could practically feel the disbelief in your silence.

But finally, you said: “well, okay then. See ya.”

“Later,” Nathan said, but he didn’t hang up until you did.

When he heard the click of the line disconnecting, he sighed and put away his phone, pulling a hand through his hair.

“Fuck.”

[seanfalco]

Keep Y’Warm

Nathan Young x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k Tags/Warnings: flirting, suggestive themes, pretty tame really Prompt: I decided to participate in @/yearoftheotpevent‘s Year of the OTP (except using reader inserts).  For January’s prompt I chose ‘Snow’. a/n: Struggled with breaking out of some writer’s block, so I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I’m glad I finished something.

“I can’t believe they’re makin’ us do our community service outside in this weather,” Nathan whined, half heartedly scraping his snow shovel through the wet slush that covered the sidewalk in front of the Community Centre.  “Look, my trainers are already soaked through!” he cried, lifting a wet sneakered foot as evidence.  “I can barely feel my toes!”

“Maybe you should’ve worn more weather appropriate attire,” Shaun drawled indifferently as he passed, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

“Well maybe some of us don’t have weather appropriate attire!” Nathan countered, sneering at the back of the probation worker’s head.

Shaun paused as he opened the door.  “That’s not my problem,” he shrugged, sparing a dry look for Nathan before pushing the door open with his shoulder and heading back into the warmth inside.

An incredulous scoff left Nathan’s mouth as he gaped after the man.  “Fuckin’ prick!” he muttered, crouching down to grab a handful of wet snow and flinging it against the window in harmless retaliation.

“At least y’have a coat,” you muttered, huddling further in on yourself against the cold to keep your teeth from chattering.  The thin long sleeved shirt you had on under your jumpsuit did little to protect from the icy wind that cut through you and threw heavy wet snowflakes in your face.

Nathan looked over at you, a frown pinching his brows.  “Don’t’cha have one?”

“I do, but I left it at my stepmum’s.  I didn’t think I’d need it yet,” you grumbled, blowing on your frozen hands in an attempt to thaw them somewhat.

Nathan’s frown deepened in thought for a moment.  “C’mere,” he exclaimed, unzipping his coat.

At first you thought he was gunna offer it to you and you were about to protest, not wanting him to freeze either, until it became apparent he had something else in mind, holding his coat open for you and beckoning you over.

“Get in here.”

“I don’t think we’re both gunna fit,” you snorted, looking at him doubtfully.

“Will yeh shut it and just get over here?  I’m losin’ th’rest of my body heat!”

Heaving a fond sigh, you did as he asked and moved closer, letting him wrap his arms and the sides of his coat around you.  Almost instantly you felt warmth seep into you and you pressed your face against his chest, trying to get as close as possible. “Better?” Nathan asked, pulling back to get a look at you, a goofy grin on his face. “Yeah actually,” you replied, distracted by the snowflakes caught in his long lashes and the faint smell of his body spray. “Ugh, get a room,” Kelly muttered, rolling her eyes. “C’mon, let’s just get this done!” Alisha whined, interrupting the moment.

“Yeah, th’faster we get this done, th’sooner we get t’go back inside,” Curtis added, attacking the pile of snow in front of him with renewed vigour.

Instead of freeing you, Nathan simply picked up his snow shovel and shrugged.  “This might be a bit awkward, but at least we’ll be warm,” he chuckled, his breath fanning warmly against your cheek.  “I’m not lettin’ y’freeze on my watch,” he exclaimed, and you shuffled backwards as he attempted to continue clearing the sidewalk, smiling to yourself.

With every movement, however, you were reminded of just how close you were, hyper aware of his body pressed up against yours.

“Nathan!” Kelly groaned, her expression contorting in disgust as she passed, clearly overhearing his thoughts.  “You’re disgustin’!”

“What?  I can’t help it!” he laughed, carefully avoiding your curious look.  

By the time the walk was clear–no thanks to you and Nathan, who mostly goofed off–and Simon had spread a layer of salt down, your cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold, and even Nathan’s coat wasn’t doing much to protect you any longer.

“C’mon, let’s get back inside,” you exclaimed impatiently, wriggling your toes uselessly in your sneakers.

“Don’t hafta tell me twice,” Nathan huffed, finally freeing you from his jacket and you all hurried inside to warm up.  

Hastily toeing off your wet trainers as soon as you hit the locker room, you shucked your jumpsuit and hung it in your locker to let the sopping legs drip dry while Nathan plopped down on the locker room floor to pull his shoes off.

“I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my toes!” he cried, stripping his soaked socks off. “Look they’re turnin’ white and I can’t feel ‘em!”

“Sounds like th’beginning stage of frostbite,” Simon observed, leaning over from his locker to get a better look.

“Frost bite!?” Nathan yelped, his head whipping up frantically.  “Are my toes gunna fall off?” he cried, gesturing wildly toward his bare feet.

“They might,” Simon murmured, wearing a tiny mischievous grin.

“Not if we get them thawed out,” you interjected quickly, throwing Simon a dirty look as you passed him, grabbing Nathan by the arm and hauling him to his feet.  “C’mon,” you urged, dragging him to one of the shower stalls across the room and yanking the curtain shut behind you.

“Get th’hot water on!” Nathan whined, twisting the faucet handle all the way to hot.

“No, wait!” you yelped, smacking his hand way to dial it back.  “We only want luke warm.”

“But I’m freezin’!” Nathan countered, pouting at you as the water spluttered on.

“If you go to hot too fast, you’ll scald yourself and not even feel it,” you explained.

Nathan frowned, taking your words in with a grain of skepticism.  “Alright, fine!” he finally cried, unzipping his coveralls.

“Here lemme help y’with that,” you murmured, reaching out to grab hold of his arms to stabilize him as he shrugged out of the top half of his jumpsuit.

“Your hands are like ice!” he yelped and you couldn’t help but snort in amusement.

“Yeah, no shit!  I’m just as cold as you are!” you countered, reaching out to feel the temperature of the water.  “Okay, I think that’s good t’thaw out with and then we can crank up th’heat some more,” you murmured.

Nathan nodded, shedding the orange jumpsuit completely and sticking his feet under the stream of warmish water.  “I’m never opposed t’turnin’ up th’heat,” he joked, giving you a cheeky grin.

“You’re such a flirt,” you chuckled, shaking your head ruefully before stripping the rest of your undergarments off while Nathan’s back was turned.

After a few minutes, his feet seemed to return to a normal pinkish colour, but when he turned to tell you he could feel his toes again, his gaze fell to your bare chest and the words died on his tongue.  

“Well, hello there!  If it isn’t my favourite girls!  When did this happen?” he asked, unable to tear his eyes away as he pulled you into his arms.

Grinning, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as the water rolled over you, pressing your chest against his, just as you had earlier when he’d wrapped you in his coat, except now there were considerably fewer layers between you.

“Wanna tell me what you were thinkin’ bout earlier that Kelly overheard?” you asked, glancing up at him, the water plastering his curls to his head.

Nathan’s chapped lips pulled into a smirk at the thought and he shifted against you, his cock slowly stirring in response, pressing against your hip.  “It had somethin’ t’do with wishin’ we were wearin’ less…” he replied, his gaze flicking over your face.  “Kinda like we are right now.”

“Look’s like y’got your wish,” you murmured, arousal tingling through you to pool low in your gut and between your legs.

“Will y’look at that,” Nathan teased lightly, though his voice had turned husky.  “Would y’like t’know what else I was thinkin’ about?” he asked, dangling the implication tantalizingly before you, his chest rising and falling against yours with each breath he took waiting for your answer while the water trickled down your bodies, warm seeping into you.

“I think I’d rather you show me.”

@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)