#nolan: musings

[malevolent-muse]

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[enigmaticvariation]

currently thinking about abed going to see interstellar, a movie that comes out almost a year after troy leaves, and leaving utterly destroyed after witnessing a story about the person you love most in the world leaving you behind for some greater purpose that you would be selfish for trying to prevent, even though you can’t imagine continuing life without them there.

[thecuriouswriter]

A heated night.

(For @coveruplovesalibi) It was difficult to balance a relationship like what they had with how two of his lovers were very noteworthy figures among the people given they were heroes while he was more on the shadowy side. Still whenever they had a chance to see each other, Nolan always felt happy.

Having arrived back to his hotel room as he put his guns away, taking his vest off while stretching his arms off as his pink eyes caught glimpse of familiar uniform pieces on the floor scattered to be bed, approaching them slowly to find both Nemuri and Mirko having already started without him. "Couldn't wait, could you?" He questioned with a smirk, placing his arms against his chest while leaning against the wall.

[sinsoakedsaints]

closed for: @prxcticalmxgic

"There she is," Atlas greets smugly as he enters his kitchen, like any party at his and Scottie's, there's more faces he doesn't recognise than ones he does roaming around the place but Rose was different.

That face stood out, even if he was vodka buzzed and feeling entirely too sure of himself.

"You ready to admit you rocked up tonight hoping to see me or are we still playing pretend?"

[the-wild-card-hand]

//I haven't really developed or fleshed out any Headcanons for Andrei Nolan in awhile but after replaying the MWIII campaign I definitely have thoughts. Nolan when we meet him is dedicated to Konni Group and is enticed by the charisma of Vladimir Makarov, sees him as an inspirational leader type at the start of the campaign but he's not like 'The Guy' yet but they have history, he becomes more connected to him when he saves his life, only when the Squad Leader gets set up to be executed for his incompetency is he brought in to be Squad Leader, he's made the guy. He's buttered up, given his own command and given power and Makarov has his wrapped around his finger. When he gets captured though and imprisoned who comes for him? Not Makarov. Nolan has his own motivations for going against 141 now since they tortured and beat the crap out of him, but you gotta wonder if he's got some hatred to Makarov for letting him burn like that. Cause since he was imprisoned in came Warden who was essentially Makarov's 'Ghost' almost like its a taunting head game. That must of caused a rift.

[morgayz]

very much obsessed with naive, happy go lucky characters slowly but surely morphing into hardened and darker versions of themselves that have become nearly unrecognizable to who they were at the start 🤍

[starcrossedspirit]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by: @cloudofbutterflies92 ! Thank you so much once again for tagging me!! Today I share some Nolan and Briar, because I am feeling entirely too sappy today.

With a soft intake of air Nolan caught chestnut hair between his fingers, the smell of roses filling his lungs as he closed his eyes to savor her closeness in the depth of one final hug. He hated it, hated every second of it, but he knew it would have come to this in the end. Fingers floated upward and touched his cheek. They were soft, tender even, against the roughness of his skin and with his own hand he kept the feeling there. Off in the distance the Aether rift glimmered like a sick putrid thing, high above them hanging like death. But if he had closed his eyes to the darkness around them it might almost have felt like heaven. ���You’ll be fine,” he muttered, his tone tough but reassuring as he bit back at his own fear of letting her go. “Just get on the helicopter and get out of here.” Honey brown eyes glittered with tears as they flitted up towards his blue ones. Pink lips parted for words that didn’t come out, instead only a soft shake of her head replaced the silence as she couldn’t bear to say any words. She refused to accept this as her final time with him, this couldn’t be the last time. Instead the sound of men shouting from above urging for the two to hurry filled the air. They had little time, you see, as the mansion was starting to crumble from the final attack, all that had remained was the landing pad. “You’ll be fine, Briar, I promise. Now go, before it’s too late.” He said then as he urged her closer to the rope, the carbine fastened to her waist in the matter of seconds. “It’s not me that I’m worried about, it never has been.” she said with a cry, cheeks streaked with warm tears. She was tender for a world that lacked it, perhaps even too soft, but that’s what he loved about her. There was no other words to be had and instead he lent down and placed his lips to hers, Briar kissing back just as fervently as they met. He moved her hand to his chest and held it tightly as he kissed her with a certain unwavering love. In the matter of seconds it was over, it only left more longing for more time. “Don’t worry about me, I will find you. Now go, you have to, for me.” Tugging the rope at his hand she was pulled upward onto the awaiting helicopter. Within seconds it was cleared to go and far below Nolan watched as it disappeared into the great gray sky, the sound of the wind settling around him. He was left with his thoughts and a gun, it was time to finish what had been started. But still his eyes watched the sky, perhaps a moment of want to see her return to him. And just like that she was gone and all Nolan could do was watch the helicopter go, his heart going with it.

Tagging: @silk-ears, and whoever else wants to be tagged!! dm/message me if it’s ok to do that in the future as i am just starting out a list !! :3

[bluerevs-a]

[h-a-unted]

Watching The Rookie... maybe, just maybe I should also add Tim to my muse list...

[emmasaviorswan]

Aand I'm back ❤️ I'll make my way through replies today, if it's been a while (not in the last two weeks) please let me know and I'll find it to reply.

Anything smutty please keep to DMS but I'm very happy to write that too 💖

[malevolent-muse]

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[bbycats]

like i wanna fuck him so bad it’s not even funny atp

[lunarxdaydream]

I completely forgot how to use a photo editor so don't mind me LOL took me longer than I wanted to take but yes! He fits quite a few of these. ( Satine being harmed protecting him is his truthfully his greatest fear. )

( bingo time! )

bingo score: 3 🎉

Satine would beg to disagree, she loves Nolan’s coffee. Oh believe me, the sentiment is the same! Though … I’m sure he remembers after she went hunting 🥲

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[scienter]

Can't wait to see Oppenheimer. That movie looks so good.

[timbourinedrake]

reread the last few issues of Batgirl (2000) today and then went and saw The Dark Knight at the cinema

the parallels between Cass and Bruce are giving me brainrot. the fight to save everyone no matter who they are, only to end up getting more and more people killed leaving them to question whether there's any point to their moral code at all

[nighthcwling]

☈ continued from here | @nightskied

ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇᴅ ʜɪs sᴄᴀʀs ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs now that the questions of the marks that scattered his torso didn't come as a shock. the lump of scar tissue that she grazed sent a shiver down his spine as a flashback crossed through his mind causing him to swallow thickly - he was wary of how much to tell her, ᴅᴇʙᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs, sometimes it was easier that way. eyes watched as her thumb traced a thick long crescent scar just below his peck, the question lingering as he fell silent for a moment as the ʀᴇᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴏsɪᴏɴ rang through him, ❛ that would be from shrapnel from when my squads vehicle flipped, a six inch bar kept me alive believe it or not. ❜

his fingers ran along her shoulder as if to keep him grounded to reality, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ, it had become a wedge between him and many of his friends and the biggest wedge between him and his family - especially his sister. his free hand guided hers to a circle shaped welp below his collarbone, ❛ there's a matching one of these on the back of my shoulder - i was moving one of my brothers from the humvee when i got hit. ❜ the scar on his back was slightly larger but ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛs.