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rats smoked all your weed I watched it happen, encouraged them, and also partook

#nathan seconds before getting decked #don't fuck a wounded bear [nathanisms];

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#don't fuck a wounded bear [nathanisms];

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it’s always “am i too much?” “am i not enough?” there’s no in between

#nathan when he has too much time alone to think. #or gets rejected. #no one wants to look like a cunt [thoughts];

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Man, if there were only a Simon (that wasn't me lmao) or Curtis, I would be sending that poor mun a bazillion super boops.

It's what Nathan would want.

#out of immortality [ooc];

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#kindergartner nathan young as a is somehow all three of these people #don't fuck a wounded bear [nathanisms];

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me: oh man im starving but im not sure what i should make for dinner……

the spirit of a 12th century templar knight that died a horrific death due to torture that started haunting me after i found a sword in the middle of the woods: spaghetti once more, prithee?

me: henry you are brilliant. spaghetti it is

#nathan needs some weird ghost buddies #don't fuck a wounded bear [nathanisms];

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More colorsss

#what's not to like? [likes];

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All it took was one look at that expertly loaded chip heaped up with cheese and beans for Nathan to come half sauntering-half eagerly trotting up, licking his teeth like a starved pup. Fuck yeah, he was taking a seat! Stranger danger who? That was practically an invitation to chow down straight from the guy's carton, c'mon! Nathan was salivating just at the thought of it.

But as his attention flit between Chip and Guy, Nathan watched in horror and disappointment as the chip went not into his own mouth but that guy's. And oh, god, the quiet crunch. The precise sound that let Nathan know that the nachos weren't just layered up with toppings, they'd been sitting in them to the point of reaching that sweet, sweet middle ground between retaining just a little bit of crispness at the edges and deliciously soggy with cheese. Nathan swallowed around his tongue, jaw flexing in a mimicry of chewing. Drool pooled behind his bottom teeth.

He was gonna die if he didn't get his hands on one of those. Fuck, he'd lick the cheese off the cardboard. He'd eat the cardboard!

...Okay, maybe he wouldn't eat the cardboard. That was dramatic. But—

Nathan's internal monologue came to a stuttering halt. Was... did this guy just touch his mouth? Did that guy just, like... like... touch his mouth with the thumb he just had in his mouth?

HUH?

Nathan recoiled, soppy expression souring into a full scowl. "Excuse me?" he scoffed. "Is that a kink for you or something? Pervert!"

Oh my god. It was totally this weirdo's kink. Points for creativity, at least. Gross!

"Like I would debase myself for your stupid, greasy, soggy... steaming pile of... cheesy..."

Nathan made the mistake of looking down at the nachos again.

"...perfectly melty, hhhhot chips..." his voice pitched higher with a wet, tortured click, "...smothered in beans and spices and... and are those little pieces of jalapeños?"

He was salivating properly now, and listing sloooowwwwly on his elbows toward the tempting carbs. Long fingers danced in the air toward the carton.

"All that salty, carby heaven cradled in cardboard..."

Fuuuuuuck, he was tired.

Perce collapsed into the seat not too far from Nathan with lukewarm, greasy supply of solidified-cheese-and-spicy-beans balanced precariously in a cardboard takeout, lit cigarette in his free hand. He took a drag, closing his eyes against all the fucking noise. Long, smokey, hot. Warming himself from the inside out.

Tired and loose, Perce tipped his head back toward the night sky, listening to kid bitch about being hungry. Vying for fucking nachos, he guessed. Cardboard cheese and paper cornchips from a kitchen rampant with salmonella were in high demand.

He killed the cigarette on the arm of the bench, lit tip expiring quick against cool metal. Enough left for another smoke, but he flicked it away anyway, "Hey. Kid, c'mere." Kid was easy to call over 'cause he'd been trying to get Perce's attention to begin with. He sat up, dug out a chip with beans and chili and whatever else mess of a 'culinary delight' this was, "Take a seat."

Perce waited for Nathan to be sitting before he ate the prepared chip with a crunch, then licked his thumb clean of sour cream, eye contact all the while. Making a point. "I wanna throw these at you, yeah?" A real question. He was asking what Nathan thought of the idea. "And you catch 'em," he tapped Nathan's lower lip with the same thumb he'd just licked, just a brief brush, "in your mouth. It'll be fun."

#fjdjfjd i love him already #what weirdos they both are really #imagine sitting at a table opposite of this #destituere

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legit I’m so fucking tired and I just want a warm chest to lay on, my hair played with, and forehead kisses so I can have a decent rest

#specifically Kelly's he says #no one wants to look like a cunt [thoughts];

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Orange chicken (via Instagram)

#nathan vc: i will die if i don't eat rn #me: you'll come back #nathan: but i will DIE #cooked to perfection [food & drink];

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          "Uuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhh..."

          Pause. Nathan glanced their way, pouting. Black star tattoos peeked out from beneath a slack waistband as he rubbed his belly.

          "Aaaauuuguuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" Louder. More obnoxious. He lolled his head back and let the groan dragggggg out, rolling on his toes too and stretching his back to really emphasize just how skinny he was. Y'know. For effect. "I am soooo hungry..."

          (Never mind that Nathan Young was always just skinny. Extra poundage simply refused to stick.)

          Maybe if he was annoying and dramatic enough about it, they'd offer some of their nachos. Yeah, he'd seen them buy those from the street vendor. Were he less a gentleman, he might've thought of some genius distraction and stolen them, but that took brainwork, and, actually, Nathan was really hungry. Too hungry to string a thought together that wasn't I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hungry.

#ik i owe so much constantly. nathan will not cooperate. but he says he's hungry so here's this. #breaking a few eggs [open starters]; #misfits rp #misfits tv rp

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hot chicken tenders & macaroni and cheese (via Instagram)

#the sound nathan just made in my head when he saw this was NOT pg #shdgjskdjf #cooked to perfection [food & drink];

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#something something... occasionally nathan wakes up here when he dies #and the hall gets shorter and shorter as his body heals and then rushes to him all at once right before he comes back to life #we were so beautiful [aesthetics];

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#this is also just nathan skdflskd #he says as he gets 0 girls #CLEARLY it's bc he's SO attractive that the gals are intimidated by how sexy and hot and amazing he is #don't fuck a wounded bear [nathanisms];

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"He's a good kid, beneath it all."

"Due respect, sir, it's not 'beneath it all'. He's just a good kid."

#i almost said ''someone should say this about nathan @ mike or jeremy'' #but then i realized mike and especially jeremy would not say ''he's a good kid'' and mean it sdghsjkd #mike might as a. moment of guilt thing. or a ''this is something you need to say about your kid'' thing. #but i do not think when he just thinks about nathan he thinks ''good kid''. #''my kid'' sure. but that's about where it stops. #out of immortality [ooc];

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happy birthday, nathan young! try not to get stabbed

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I’m home alone with the tv repair man

Im no fool, there is only two possible outcomes of this scenario

porn or murder

#wheezes #this is what following nathan on social media would be like #don't fuck a wounded bear [nathanisms];