#farmstationed

independent original character from the cw show "the hundred."

[farmstationed]

i am going to move ryan over to @scriyptures so that i can be able to write her and give her the time and energy that she deserves <3     i will keep this blog up just in case i ever want to move her to her own blog again!

[farmstationed]

sparelove  ,    doctor?

the tension of her motions causes jack to pause.  he knows the signs of trauma, he’s already experienced them first hand.  yet despite all of that, those who survived from farm station lived through another kind.  would it end, he wonders.  or were they all doomed to suffer wounds of both the spirit and body?  hands pull back, the balm he was to apply to the brunette’s cheek put down momentarily.  in an effort to get to know her better.  to prove things would be better than they were.

“hey,”   jack begins, waiting for ryan to open her eyes again.   “you’re going to be all right.”   at first there’s no specification in what he means.  it’s broad for a reason.   “your cheek is fine. you don’t need stitches, just some of this.”   he holds up the cream.   “it’ll stop the itching, help with the scarring.”   carefully the blond moves away, no longer towering in front of her.  the noises of the area seem like enough of a stimuli that jackson offers a different treatment.   “how about i take you outside, where it’s quiet? would that be okay?”

it seems that the man’s question is perfectly timed,  because just as she nods her head,  a couple rushes into medical with stuttered breaths and sobs ripping through their chest.     their frantic gazes travels over the faces of those who returned from farm station,  and with a cry of a name,  ryan watches as a family is reunited with their lost son.     it curls forth a pang of guilt in her heart,  knowing she will never understand that warm comfort again.     her father’s blood kissed the snow before ryan could allow herself to touch the icy terrain.     she doesn’t even remember what happened to his body as she was dragged back into the wreckage of her home,  which soon turned to her hell.     perhaps he was disposed of in the traditional way,  or perhaps,  in a more gruesome thought,  his bones were carved as weapons.

when the warmth of the sun brushes against ryan’s skin,  a relieved breath spills from her lips that she didn’t realize that she was holding.     despite never seeing it before,  it feels as though the sun is welcoming her back,  exciting to know that her presence is no longer shoved into a poorly illuminated space.     she wraps her arms around her,  holding her torso,  as she looks to the faces around arkadia.     she hardly recognizes any of them,  and her brows pull together slightly at the thought.     she’s no longer in the cramped medical room now,  and it feels like she can breathe again.     she taps the man’s arm,  lithely,  to grab his attention again,  and nods her head to the balm that he holds in his hands to let him know that he can now apply it.     she’s ready.

[farmstationed]

sparelove  ,    jackson

he plays coy, at first. shrugging as if that wasn’t the exact thing on his mind;  the thing he wants most.  with her.   “one could think that.”   cerulean hues meet ryan’s gaze, holding it until the beat of his heart is strumming so loudly in his head that he has to look away.  the world before them was different than the last.  on earth, even if he’d thought about it, jack wouldn’t feel as comfortable to even voice the desire.  what was the point in marriage when you were living on a planet that felt destined to kill you?  such an idea felt inane.

but in eden?  it didn’t seem far-fetched.   “what are your thoughts? on marriage, i mean.”   the blond questions, genuinely curious.  he wouldn’t have held it against ryan to have a jaded view, after all she’d been through.  had they not found eden, jack wasn’t positive he would have opened his mind back up to it.   “is it stupid?”   in other words:  did she find love to be enough?  was a vow or title pointless?  anxiety creeps in, the beating sun and added nerves causing him to rethink the conversation.  except jack knows his own answers.  it isn’t stupid or trivial.  he wants it.  he wants what his parents had—devotion and a partnership that could help navigate everything else in life.  the consistency of a good love.  jack has seen what it looks like, three times over.  from his parents, to peyton and sam, and what he knows he and ryan could be.

“i suddenly feel so… old school, in having this conversation. like i’m taking the romanticism out of us.”   the worry creeps into his voice,   “i’m not trying to. i can drop it, easily. you can tell me to shup up and i will.”

she sees the doubt creeping in when he starts to fall back on his own words.     he wants to stop the unraveling spilling from his mouth like flooding gates,  and she notes the panic undertones of his timbre.      he’s scared.     ryan recognizes it easily;  it looks similar to the nights when he would wake from bad dreams of the lives that they have forced themselves to live when they came to earth.     so ryan does she always do whenever she notes the anxiety that creeps around his neck like a noose,  and reaches her hands up to palm his cheeks and direct his gaze onto her.     “hey,”     she hums softly,  thumbing the corner of his mouth and pressing herself against his front.     her height is not terribly shorter than him,  allowing himself to crane his chin down only a minuscule amount.     their bodies fit perfectly against one another,  like fitting puzzle pieces,  like they are designed and created from the same mold to be destined for each other.

she reaches up on her toes to melt their mouths together,  pressing a tender kiss against the swell of his lower lip and redirecting his thoughts to this moment.     there’s no need to stress about the future,  or worry about her,  or how she feels.     every beat that her heart makes is because of him.     she never has doubted her love for jackson,  nor does she doubt his for her.     when she pulls away,  with the kiss still warm on their lips,  she opens her eyes to look at his.     “jackson...”     she whispers,  a smile pulling on the edges of her tiers.     “... will you marry me?”

[farmstationed]

arranged marriage au when??

[farmstationed]

sparelove  ,    jackson

her support and praise sends a shot of heat through him.  like a moth to a flame, he yearns to stay close to the feeling.  to her.  to the way she makes him feel.  as if ryan isn’t a huge reason why jack continues to offer himself up in any way he can.  she constantly sought to help others.  even if it wasn’t in his innate nature, who would he be to not rise to the level of her?  of deserving such love.   “all these years of knowing me and i want to say i still detect a bit of surprise in that voice.”   he smiles, half teasing and half truthful.  

“did you expect i would sit around eating berries, praying for a patient of some kind?”   jackson takes her hand, leading them both towards the co-op wherein ryan would surely be dropping her harvest off.  cerulean hues take in the vision of what is settled against him, the beauty of ryan and their new world.  he stops them a few yards off, allowing the various comings and goings around them to shield his words.   “you have yet to find me so amazing that you agree to fill my time forever.”  a finger tilts her chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet.   “so yes, ryan. i’ll continue to teach, and help, and do as much as i can. because one day you’ll be as overwhelmed by love for me as i am for you.”

a warm smile spreads across her features, softening for him as he draws on in a tease.     pearl teeth peeks between her brims as she watches him,  amused by the dramatics,  allowing him to encourage her gaze to latch onto his.     “you think i’m not stricken with love for you?”     she asks,  though her own timbre matches the undercurrents of his own words.     her basket lifts and settles on a table where others are tending and preserving food that people drop off for them.     moving back out of the tent,  feeling jackson’s presence close to her orbit,  she continues.     “you think that you don’t consume my every thoughts,  night and day,  driving me mad with love?”     she arches her brow,  and loops her arm under his own to wrap around the bow of his spine,  pressing herself against his side as they walk together. eden has grown to be a place of harmony,  a rarity that they haven’t experienced for too long.     war waged at every corners,  and ryan seemed to find herself in battlefields than a meadow.     blood stains all of their dreams,  and perhaps they will all carry the weight of guilt with them until the end.    but eden can be a start that they all have never been able to achieve before.     something that ryan hopes to explore alongside of jackson,  who fits perfectly against the curve of her side,  her head resting against the solidity of him.     “if i didn’t know any better,  one would think that you’re suggesting getting married,”    ryan teases him,  though the idea springs a lurch in her heart and warmth to spread throughout her chest.     unity has always been in the form of treaties;  ryan has yet to experience one for love.     being married to jackson would be a great treasure,  one that she would cherish.

[farmstationed]

@sparelove  ,    

it feels strange to be in a place that resembles faintly to a home now poisoned.     ryan’s wide,  doe hues flits around the room,  taking in each rusted nail and metal plate that shapes the area as it’s own room.     since moving from the back of the truck,  ryan was able to get a streaked glimpse of green beneath her boots before she was urged to join the others from farm station.     from there,  they were encouraged to rest in a medical section,  where ryan can see the exhaustion pool in the faces of those around her as they finally get to experience the comfort of safety and a cot.

her legs hang off of the metal table,  cool against her skin,  as her heart rattles in her ribs.     the blonde in front of her flashes a light in both of her eyes,  and ryan fights against the instinct to flinch when he makes a sudden movement.     her wound on her cheek is near it’s scarring phase,  but she turns so he can properly be able to inspect it.     fingers curl around the edge of the table,  and when she draws in a tense breath,  the valleys of her collarbones stands prominent on her chest.     flashes of horror burns beneath her close eyelids,  and she can’t help but lean back momentarily as she tries to regain her bearings again. 

[farmstationed]

sparelove  ,    jackson

ryan felt familiar since the first day he met her.  without speaking, her touch alone was what passed the warmth jack recognized.  call it their similarities or his own romanticism, knowing each other seemed meant to be.  he takes the berries from her, sheepishly hungry after not paying attention to his own needs before setting out that day.   “thank you.”   the blond speaks with genuine gratitude.  he’d been watching ryan off in the distance as he taught some of the others basic medical care;  and a few times jack had to be reminded of where his attention was supposed to be. 

with her beside him, nothing felt as important.   “come find me later, if you’re interested,”   he notes to the group that began dispersing just before the brunette showed up.  “you’re not good for my concentration.”   without explanation, jack takes the basket and places it on the ground.  it frees her hands to be in his.   “but i think you helped them find a polite escape rather than telling me i’d been talking too long.”   he presses his lips to a spot behind her ear, a sweet gesture jackson does for himself as much as he does it for her.   “i had thought about asking for your help during these trainings, but, now i know you’d be too beautiful a distraction.”

fondness spreads warmth through her chest like a wildfire,  lighting everything inside of her when jackson is near.     the rumble of his timbre,  the way he looks at her,  and the kindness that exudes off of him like air pollutes her system and fills her with nothing but him.     and she’s enthralled by it.     pearl teeth peeks between her blush tiers as she hangs onto every word he says,  like it’s a book that she can’t seem to put down.    being in his orbit sends a wave of nerves across her system,  starting from where his kiss lingers,  all the way down to her feet.     lithe fingers reaches up to gently palm his cheek,  thumb brushing strokes against his cheek.     “funny,  i could say the same thing about you,”     she hums,  inky lashes flit upwards as she gazes into his eyes.

love consumes her whenever she is near jackson;  skipping between bone and flesh,  whatever it can feed on.     he’s a hearth,  warm to be around as well as comforting.     her fingers drop down to span his waist and curl around his sides to link at the bow of his spine,  pulling herself closer.     “you’re doing a good thing,  jackson   --   teaching and helping these people.”     she remembers nights in arkadia when jackson was harsh to himself;  but now that she has her voice again,  with tender help from him,  she can reiterate everything she feels.     everything that she believes;  and she believes in him most of all.     “you’re amazing for it.”

[farmstationed]

okay but someone give me the plot where they knew ryan on the ark, and assumed she died when they found pike and heard what happened, until they reunite again after farm station was rescued.

[farmstationed]

the last post: it looks like ryan in season five after finally admitting to someone that she has her voice again, and have had it for a while thanks to the years on the ring and the people she had with her. ryan just “there’s so much i want to say to you, now that i can.”

[usernare]

BRUNA MARQUEZINE maldivas

[dearemma]

CATERINA DE LURTON I CAPITULO 6

[farmstationed]

hey just a psa to be kind to yourself! take time for yourself, do something that makes you happy, drink plenty of water, and just remind yourself that you are doing amazing!

[farmstationed]

when ryan comes back down to earth at the beginning of season five with the rest of spacekru,  she wants to immediately greet old faces with her voice.     with the help of the people on the ring,  ryan regained confidence of her voice,  and starts talking again.     however,  before reuniting with those who survived the bunker,  ryan is urged by a member of spacekru to pretend that she still doesn’t have her voice.     let them underestimate her.     everyone remembers ryan as the fragile woman,  unaware that she has been training on the ring.     so ryan pretends that she still can’t speak,  in hopes that it will protect her.

[farmstationed]

@damnbrain​ radioed:  “There was no drug strong enough to repair a broken heart.”

there’s tenderness that tucks between the notches of her spine,  curling with the bow of her back as she holds her legs to her chest by the warm fire.     the prickly feeling of the grass beneath her feels dizzying,  a sensation that ryan worried she would never get the fortune of feeling.     it’s akin to the pain of heartbreak,  cracking the foundation of a person where their heart lies.     but ryan knows the lightning crack of seeing someone die whom you care so deeply for.     to this day,  ryan still smells the coppery stench of her father’s blood splattered on the bright,  sparkling snow.

raven speaks of finn,  a wild hearted boy who was bound to fly too close to the sun.     did he know he would scorch all those he loved in the process?     like raven?     ryan scoots closer to where raven sits,  and unfurls her blanket from her shoulders so that it wraps around not just herself,  but raven as well.     ryan can’t offer comforting words,  though she’s sure they would fall empty on raven’s ears.     but she can promise the warmth of an understanding presence,  as she rests her chin on raven’s shoulder,  with their mirrored gaze turned to the burning fire in front of them,  as the night escapes them.

[dearemma]

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@spacekrue​ radioed:     “Good people can make mistakes. It doesn’t mean you stop caring about them.” ( jordan )

a soft smile warms across her features,  blush colored tiers curling upward as her train of thoughts carry her over to jordan’s parents.     kindness was a scarcity after earth,  and trust needed to be rebuilt when they were on the ring.     but it bled from harper easily,  with a fierce tenderness that felt like only she knew the language of.     it was admirable,  and when ryan realizes that she may never experience that feeling again,  her stomach twist in knots.     but here in front of her is a stark image of both harper and monty.

“your mother used to say something like that,”     ryan confesses.     there’s history that is ebbed into the air,  memories flashing behind dark optics of her time on the ring,  and being surrounded by the same group of people for years.     “your father still carried the weight of some things he had done.     but then your mother would be there to reinforce to him that just because he did these things...     does not mean he’s not a good person.”     there’s a spark within the bed of her hues as she recalls seeing those moments,  almost intimately so.     “you’re absolutely right,  jordan.”

[wholelottaprompts]

[ The 100 Prompts ]

“You need to let yourself be happy. Or else, what’s the point of anything?”

“Try not to die.”

“We’re not alone.”

“If we can save one life, would you call that a waste?”

“Everyone’s guilty of something.”

“You’re watching us, but you haven’t seen a thing.”

“Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two different things.”

“But I should warn you…I’ll probably take off my shirt at some point.”

“You keep us alive, and I’ll keep you on two feet.”

“Hunting for someone else to kill? What is wrong with you people?”

“There was no drug strong enough to repair a broken heart.”

“Good people can make mistakes. It doesn’t mean you stop caring about them.”

“People I loved died today. Needlessly. At my hand. I can’t let that happen again.”

“I used to think fighting is what we do. Now I’m worried that fighting is what we are.”

“You don’t ease pain. You overcome it.”

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

“You say having feelings makes me weak, but you’re weak for hiding them.”

“In this world, when people leave, they don’t come back.”

“I don’t want to face any of it. All I think about everyday is how we’re going to keep everyone alive.”

“You know none of them will be pardoned. We can’t afford the resources.”

“I’d pick you first.”

“Life should be more than just surviving.”

“We thought we should let you know that you killed your own people. Enjoy your walk.”

“I figured everyone deserved to be able to fall asleep at night. To wake up without feeling that your nightmares had left scars inside your head.”

“I tried to be the good guy.”

“You don’t get to decide who lives or dies.”

“I am more than capable of separating feelings from duty!”

“May we meet again.”