" Say It With Me. Cow. This Is A Two-headed, Mutated Cow, Thanks To Radiation. Brahmin Is A Stupid Name.

" say it with me. cow. this is a two-headed, mutated cow, thanks to radiation. brahmin is a stupid name. "

❛ your heart is beatin’ so fast righ’ now. ❜

" does it match yours? " they tell you history is written by the victorious. they don't tell you about the devastation those victors leave behind. nate surveys the damage. he sees the bodies they've left behind. the touch of death is against his chest; a palm presses over his heart and studies the rhythm. nate's head dips low, a hand moving to lift the edges of the cowboy hat. " got a lot of work to do here. " he grunts, dropping his hand to rian's shoulder. " but i think we take a break first. "

grabs him by the throat. 💜

an hour passes and nate is restless. every step is a heavy stomp, arms crossed angrily over his chest. the next turn stops him. a metal hand grips his throat and he drops to his knees on silent command. instantaneous, even if his head does not clear. it hurts - how many problems he's trying to silently confront - but at least the other knows how to clear it.

× he is not good at being sneaky. nate is a piss-poor liar and bad at anything to do with espionage. one reason he's bad at lying is due to the fact that yes, sometimes the truth hurts, but it's better at getting everything out in the open. it's just not something he does.

nate is, at his core, genuine and kind.

but he is also a bull in a china shop. this man is a ᴛᴀɴᴋ, and tanks are not quiet.

× does not want to have any more children in the MAIN verse. in any non-apoc verses, yes, he wants more. the american dream has always been his dream, too. he wants to wake at sunrise and kiss his lover's sleeping face.

× he does not care about leaving a legacy anymore.

× a little background: nate's parents had a good relationship with their son. he had a younger sister who he believes died in the initial fall of the bombs. his mother had passed a couple years before the end of the world, for which he is grateful now. she didn't see what monsters they had all become.

Alan Ritchson in Reacher Season 2

the man who abhors war smiles and though his posture may suggest otherwise, there is no cruelty in the shoulders. neck loosens with a stretch both left & right and nate dances on his feet. there is nothing, NOTHING, that replaces that thrill that finds itself in the bones of a seeker.

he charges forward, a bull in a china shop, shoulders crashing into porcelain plates and glass figurines. knocking down shelves with an uppercut, blocking the fall ( or rian's swing ) with the other arm. his muscles aren't screaming yet. they're thanking him for the exercise, the direction. the competition sends his blood flowing from a heavy pumping heart. ( whether it flows down or not, whether his blue jeans are too tight, he pays no attention. ) nate's happy.

he's grinning with teeth. " ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ. " and yes, he means it.

❝ @vaultfrozen / NATE .

HE’S STANDING THERE, BLOODY, BRUISED. HIS lip busted, a quirk as the swing of alcohol splits across his hazed brain. rian’s knuckles are bloody, and there’s a visceral reaction to the way he breathes. like he’s suddenly alive again, no longer taken with the stillness of time and duties that hold him down. the cowboy’s eyes are glittering.

his opponent is across from him, and while they’re standing there, not a single ounce of malice lingering along his shoulders — a grin splits across his face, a laugh bubbles deep in his chest. the other man is glistening in a way that’s got his pupils BLOWN, heart racing in a way that’s not innocent. but he’s not focused on that ( not yet ), instead he’s shifting his weight. hands motioning with confidence he should NOT hold.

❝ y’can do better than tha’… ❞