#nathantable

[unmarketableplushy]

what sh o uld i name my new leaf town?

[sbnkalny]

An I u nathant an I naun ului a chuil, anann cuiannen a meleth, perónen

[mutinelle]

Otage de la nuit - J.A. White

Otage de la nuit – J.A. White

♦ Éditeur : Nathan ♦ Nombre de pages :  320 ♦ Date de parution : 14 septembre 2020 ♦ Prix : 7,20€ ♦ Acheter : Amazon Résumé : Alex, 11 ans, aime écrire des histoires d’épouvante. N’assumant pas ce penchant, il sort de chez lui une nuit pour les détruire et se retrouve kidnappé par sa voisine qui se trouve être une sorcière. Il rencontre Yasmine, une autre prisonnière, et ils décident de…

[zeldaneoox]

Nathanteer (Puppeteer x Nathan, maybe should be PuppetNobody? lul) Since puppeteer can't help but to feed off and worsen situations for those feeling dressed and Nathan consistently dealing with the death of his sister. Thus must be a huge source of either attacks or comfort given I am a sucker for wholesome vibes sometimes. Like

Nathan just feel on in an episode, can see Puppeteer's presence easing that for Nathan until he can mellow out then they could go off and cuddle for a bit until Nathan feels better.

on the other hand, Puppeteer is a creature of habit I can see him feeding into this and trying to rope Nathan in, which I don't doubt he'd regret greatly if he got Nathan to make his final moment.

Puppeteer has a temper but so does Nathan so maybe it would be a great balance in a odd way.

honestly I just love both their aesthetics, feel like this would be a nice but dark pairing (or super wholesome, emotions be dammed)

Can see puppeteer making Nathan take care of himself more

Would be interesting to see Puppeteer help Nathan take down the organization, however, Nathan is known for assuming many are apart of them so might be a bad? Or bloody.

[jww-archive]

starter for @nathantate​ at heights coffee shop --

A familiar face caught her vision. She squinted for a moment before she fully recognized him. She’d seen his face a few times on the TV when her father or one of her exes were watching the game. Nathan Tate. Crazy to be in a town like this and be looking at a former NFL player. Her dad would have been over the moon. Football was the old rancher’s one vice, June thought. When she saw him, she said, “My dad would be having the closest thing to a freak out seein’ you here. Which would look like two glances in your direction. He always said you should’ve played for the Texans.”

[vannrichmond-archive]

who → @nathantate​ where → nates house???? idk man. i d k 

This had always been his favorite time of year when he was younger. When the heat started in and it was barely bearable. That meant it was time for summer football, and he was always there first. Mostly because he didn’t want to be home, but he’d been a captain on his high school team since he was a junior, so he felt the need to be the first one in and last one out. Football in his hands now, he let his hands feel the dimpled exterior before tossing it to Nate once again, “how many of them have thrown up so far?” He finally asked, “I swear this was my favorite time of the year.” 

[ironriverrp-archive]

SATURDAY, MAY 14th, 8pm . . .

The day of the fair was uneventful, the standard fun was being had. As the sun began to set, people started to filter over the concert area to catch the night’s performance. After a few warm up acts and some sound testing, Chris Stapleton and June Watson took the stage for their set. The music was too loud to catch any other sounds from the rest of the fairgrounds.

Meanwhile, over at Bumper Cars, the ride started to have moments were it wasn’t starting right, the cars seeming to lag well after the button was pushed and the bars failing to release until about 30 seconds after the button was pushed. It was odd, but nothing of concern, especially not to the teenager working the ride’s controls.

9:52pm —

If the music had been lower, they would have heard the terrible grinding sounds the ride was making. However, no one noticed anything. Even as the underside of the ride began to smoke. It happened fast - the grease and oil that was used to keep the ride slick caught fire. The flames started low, and then steadily climbed, the shouts of fear being drowned out by the finishing sounds of the concert. 

The controls failed to release, trapping @maggiekennedy @zoeykennedy @xaviern @rainamirza @asher-mason @besteyazici @gabriela-bourbon @rivergables in the ride until the flames were unbearable and then the cars finally released. The passengers scrambled out. By now, the flames had been seen by the performers and they alerted the crowd and emergency services. Panic started among the crowd as they quickly tried to escape the area. It tousled and shoved people, both of the performers trying to calm down the crowd. In the chaos @jordanbh @ozan-kartal @theo-diggs @corinajcmes @migucl @narincelik were trampled and shoved hard against barricades.

The heat of the fire started to climb higher and higher, and the ride fully was consumed by flames. The fire spread to the concession stand and a nearby livestock barn was starting to smoke. At this time @nathantate @coltwinslow @travisxstrickland @nikmarek @ericaxmadden began to rush in and help the ranchers and owners get their animals out. A second crew of people lead by @jalenjames broke out and started to aid the emergency workers with helping put out the flames. He then began to order @jacksonadler @tylerxdixon @oakleyhall and @dominic-goodwin with directions on how to help keep the flames at bay.

Meanwhile, outside the fairgrounds, a few people started to organize and set up triage to help with medical service. Lead by @selinturan she started to give directions to @andilozano @masoncollins @luceebaker  @ameliagoodwin and @imogenstevenson @owen-mason @drhotwheels as well as several others started to help and assist others. 

OOC INFORMATION —

You are in control of your character’s injuries as long as they make sense. 

Feel free to thread out these events with others, but be mindful of tws. 

If your character is not mentioned, feel free to work them in where it makes sense. 

[tori-janeski]

closed starter for @nathantate​​​​​

location: high school

The last place that Tori ever thought she would be again was the high school in Iron River. After graduation she had sworn to herself that she would never set foot in this place again and yet things change. She wasn’t the same person she was back then. She had changed and matured. After four years of being on top and putting on a fake front she could finally be herself. And now that her parents needed her, she was learning how to be her true self in her hometown.

One way she was doing that was by helping with the photography club at the school. The old Tori wouldn’t be caught dead doing any type of volunteer work but now she was finding that it was something she really enjoyed. Leading a group of students outside, she watched as they spread out to start their project. Spotting the football team out on the field, she made her way over to watch. “Hope my students aren’t getting in the way of your practice,” she said to the coach.

[jcksonchar]

meet charlotte jackson / charlotte’s instagram, pt 1

featuring plenty of @nataliextate, emma tate, @nathantate and even a little @sabyazici ! 

[jordanbh]

                 starter for @nathantate

                    Sitting in front of the mirrors at Industry Fitness, Jordan continues curling the weight, counting to fifteen in his head. He breathes in steadily, making sure to contract his muscles, not wanting to go too fast. The gym had always been a place of peace for Jordan. Ever since he was a teenager, he had been diligently keeping up with his health as a form of therapy, despite not being aware of it. He went often, making the gym a routine of sorts as he can’t seem to find himself being away from this place for too long... even if there were couples constantly making out at the squat rack.

Getting to his feet, Jordan wipes the sweat trickling down the side of his face. That’s it for today..., he sighs, picking up his duffle bag. However, just as he looks up at the mirrors, he catches sight of the last person he ever thought he’d see... well, at this very moment. Suddenly lost on what he was about to do, Jordan quickly sits back down as he watches Nathan walking in the background. —Fuck... oh fuck. With his palms beginning to sweat, the brunette ducks his head, mumbling inaudibly as he hopes his high school crush somehow.. disappears. Shaking his leg, Jordan quickly thinks of an exit plan. Okay, keep your head low... hug the left.. and don’t make eye contact. Building himself up, Jordan nods, lifting his gaze to make sure Nathan wasn’t anywhere near him. —Whoa wait...where’d he go?

[sabyazici]

❝ his backyard with @nathantate​ —

“Before you even try to get out of the question, remember I’ve been gone a whole three weeks.” Delivering a very pointed look, Sab kept her chin balanced on the tip of the football they’d passed around for the last half hour. “I won’t believe you if you say you’ve had absolutely nothing happen since the last time we sat down.”

She’d tried to keep tabs on all her friends and family, but she’d also been fully aware of what precious little time she actually had with her sister and niece. Wanting to stay in the moment with them while she could, it meant calls and texts home were few and far between.

“You have to give me something, Tate. Even the teeniest, tiniest little thing.” Her knee swung sideways to knock against Nate’s, the gesture almost as teasing as her tilted smile. “Otherwise I’ll steal this ball and your dog and you’ll never see any of us this side of your fence again.”

[coltwinslow]

starter for @nathantate​ at whiskey garden

Colt ambled up to where Nate was sitting and crashed into a chair beside him. He wasn’t really drinking, but a whiskey did sound nice. The last time Colt had seen Nate, he helped with a fence. Manners said Colt owed him a drink. Getting them both a round, Colt asked. “So, rumor has it you’re in charge of the shop now. Does that mean I can get coffee there again or am I totally still banned?” His lips turned up in a smile and he moved to cheers his friend.

[jacksonadler]

who: @nathantate where: Industry Fitness when: April 2nd, 2022

Iron Fitness was a great gym to go to in its own right - the fact that it was in the Mines was the cherry on top. Iron River wasn’t big as a whole - compared to proper cities, it took no time to get from one end of town to another - but Jack appreciated any time he had the opportunity to keep it ultra-local.

He threw his things in his bag without much thought, shoving the edge of the towel that hung over the side in wherever the excess material fit. On top of that he laid in his water bottle, now empty, and then quickly closed the zipper, his mind already on the journey home.

As he slung the bag over his shoulder, Jack was stopped in his tracks by a familiar face. “Tate,” Jack greeted with a smile. “How’re ya? Have you taken the team on the field yet or are you still in the weight room?” It was always early spring that they started outside practices along with the conditioning that continued on from winter, but each coach had their own take on the timeline.

[sbnkalny]

An i ú nathant an i naun ului a chuil, anann cuiannen a meleth, perónen

[jww-archive]

starter for @nathantate​ at her iron hill house —

The garage door was open, and all the boxes were scattered about. This was... edging on a mess. June sighed. Half of her Nashville boxes were mixed up with the boxes her father sent back. Some of the boxes contained horse stuff that she needed to find because apparently her father was shipping Duckie back to her too. If anyone asked where she got her petty from, she’d know it was her father and immediately point to this incident. As the gate opened, June looked up. She’d told what code to punch in as Nathan rolled up and she smiled. Her phone was god knew where. As he stepped out, she said, “Excuse the mess, I... well, if I explain what I’m doing, you will think I’m crazy so, it’s a whole story that has like a prelude and all.” In one of the earlier boxes, she had found the clothes, the things that weren’t hers, but Vann had packed away for her years ago. Which included of his NFR tee shirts that she now had back on. It was soft, she’d stolen it for many, many travel trips. There was a missing ring, too, if he was quick enough to see her hands. “Also, thanks for meeting me here. I’m kinda laying low for the time being.”

[vannrichmond-archive]

who → @nathantate​ where → Steeldriver 

He needed this more than he was willing to admit. He never made time to go out, not in the time he’d lived here. He was very much, a go to work, go home. Maybe make time for a single drink if he wasn’t in screaming pain, but even then, he didn’t like to stay long. He was very much a changed person in the worst kind of way. Almost a shell of who he used to be, but this town was about personal growth, and eventually he had to start, and why not now? So it started simple with a text, “come on, we’re going out.” He was going to find himself if it was the last thing he did. Walking through the doors now, it felt good, almost like he belonged there. “God--” He started when he saw his friend, “I’m almost regettin’ this, forgot how ugly that mug is.”