[You could probably guess Nathan would post for this. You can probably also guess what he's been doing... if you can't, the soiled boxers he's wiping his hands on should be a good clue. Luckily, he's dressed. Even if he hasn't bothered doing his fly back up yet.]I'm starting to think the deities are lightening up a bit. These curses just get ( Read more... )

( bonus clip under the cut because I'm indecisive \o/ )

[Nathan is hanging out on a bench near the fountain, seeming more interested in his phone than the camera.]

You know, Johnny. I was going to text you, but I keep getting this overwhelming urge to tell you to try slipping me an E before you send me to my fiery grave. Since you're probably still on a trial period thanks to you being a total ( Read more... )

[Here is Nathan, sporting a very expensive looking suit (stolen by someone who wasn't him, thank you very much) and looking extremely worked up about something.]

Hey! Hey, cop fellers. Since you're always so keen to get on my back over nothing, I thought you might like to deal with some real crime for a change. I know you were too wrapped up ( Read more... )

[The shot opens on a close up of the back of Nathan's Community Payback jumpsuit, which, once the camera has zoomed out, can be seen to be hung on the back of his door. It's about the only thing in his room that seems to be in place when the camera pans around the room. There's a pile of dirty washing. A pile of shoes. Some stray feathers. His ( Read more... )

[Nathan is curled up in bed, so his voice is slightly muffled by his covers.]

Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]

Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting ( Read more... )

[Nathan is standing with his arms outstretched, his right arm with five ravens perched on it, and four crows on his left. His left shoulder is occupied by a blue and gold macaw. Despite being covered in a fair amount of bird poo (his navy hoodie may not have been his best choice today), he looks pretty pleased.]Hey, Captain Birdseye. Say cunt ( Read more... )

[Grubby and cobwebby, Nathan is slouched on his bed, smoking a joint. He's definitely not feeling his usual self, looking a bit more withdrawn than he would normally.]

So, I think I died last night. Either that, or someone slipped me some really bad acid. [He stops and groans there, squeezing his eyes shut and dragging a hand down his face.] I ( Read more... )

[The feed switches to audio after that, Nathan's sarcastic tone cutting in almost immediately.]

Well, that was touching. Almost like having the good old days back, when Barry would creep around after me filming everything.  I mean, this obviously looks like a much steadier hand, but that whole stalker-vibe's still there.

Really, though.  Nostalgia ( Read more... )

[Nathan is leaned up a wall outside a bar, smoking and looking rather irritated. No, he is not wearing green. Which may explain the irritation.]

Okay, so some of you aren't from around here. And by 'here', I do mean worlds where you may find Ireland. I get that! I do. So, for the record? The phrase is 'kiss me, I'm Irish'. So, stop fucking ( Read more... )