IN YOUR FACE, NEIL ARMSTRONG

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CONSIDER THIS BLOG AN ARCHIVE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

thanks for all the anon hate. i appreciate it. y’know, because i’m such a bad person. caring about people is bad. so, so bad.

if you want to write/ plot with me, go HERE.

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like this post if you would follow mark if i made him a new blog. please and thank you.

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i’m just a botanist, dammit.

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A nod is all the response that Lewis gives when Mark thanks her - no smile betraying emotion, no twinkle in her eye revealing that she’s actually proud ( because why wouldn’t she be? Her crew is going to kick Martian ass ).

“As long as you’re back when I call for the crew I couldn’t give less of a shit about what you work on, Watney.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not necessarily the entire truth. She wanted to know what he was working, wanted to know that what he was doing would benefit the team in the long run. But… She also had faith that Mark was a decent enough of a human being to not put his own shit before the entire crew’s.

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“...’kay, commander.”

Mark doesn’t hide the fact he’s disappointed, because with the building stress, he feels like Melissa is being more and more commander and less like herself. He sighed softly, starting to shed the layers of EVA suit, hanging them in his alcove in the training facility.

And maybe he doesn’t make sure his disappointment is completely apparent on his features. But Mark’s smart enough to not say a word; that’s a whole other can of worms that he refuses to open. He doesn’t wanna get yelled at. Again.

“I’ll be in the botany lab. Call if you want, or not.”

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“Again, i don’t flirt i just say what i want.” [ this sounded very tj whoops ]

“Well, saying what you want definitely lead to sounding  like something incredibly flirtatious. Which is fine.”

            “You’re cute, how can I be upset about someone              so handsome flirting with me?”

[ @formerfirstson ]

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If Leonard didn’t know any better, it would seem as though Mark didn’t intend on sticking around. Not when he appeared to be on a rather urgent mission to his quarters.

Instead of hanging back, however, the brunet wastes little to no time in catching up to the engineer, falling in sync with his walking pace.

“Nothing out of the ordinary in medbay.”

Thankfully.

“Y’know, it’s been sometime since your last physical.” Leonard had a knack for keeping track, especially when it came down to the few crew members that tended to miss the vast majority of their scheduled visits.

“So why don’t ya just swing over by medbay and we can get that taken care of.”

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“Oh -- that’s good. Good.”

Mark smiled for a split second, tucking his arm as far from Leonard’s vision as possible; maybe he could still sneak away without the doctor finding out. Until he mentions crazy talk of a physical. He wasn’t due for another one of those, was he?  Crap. 

“Leonard, I’m okay. Seriously. Can’t we do it another time?”

He looked to the doctor with a certain amount of fatigue in his eyes, and maybe a bit of pain; he didn’t want to give up the  hide-my-burn-from-Leo maneuver, but it was quickly failing. It hurt, and as they walked down the hall, it only got worse. It felt like his uniform was melting into his skin. 

“Okay okay I can feel looking right through me and maybe I got   myself scorched in engineering and maybe I was going to try    and go fix it myself. 

                                           How the hell did you know?”

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Hard to miss – what? Johanssen looked up from her computer screen and swore as she scrambled to pass him the kit. How long had his arm been hanging there while she daydreamed like an idiot? NASA should never have taken her on, seriously.

      “Shit! Sorry, Mark! I totally spaced out.”

Hah, space. That was funny, and she hadn’t even tried. She crouched to take a look at what he was working on.

      “Keeping in mind that I have no idea what        I’m looking at – can I help?”

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Mark didn’t say anything until the box was in his hand, and he opened it and grabbed a small screwdriver, tightening the adjustment arm like he’d wanted to do for three minutes.  He didn’t look in Beth’s direction, but he smiled just a little bit. 

“It’s one of the adjustment arms for the sampling surveyor on   the outer hull.” he replied softly, glancing out the small window   in front of him. “It got damaged, and it’ll interfere with out spacewalks   on the way to the little red planet. Less data collection, especially   since the arm helps support our relaying satellite, and it wasn’t keeping   it in the right direction.”

He grinned, putting the screwdriver than looking up at Beth, a little, stupid smile on his lips.

 “What were you doing that was space-out worthy?”

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   Bucky snaps back to himself and manages a smile in    return, trying to make up for the intense look that had    been on his face.

      “Sorry, I was just, uh, observing. Didn’t mean to bother you.”

   He shuffles awkwardly instead of taking the seat, not     wanting to impose his presence any more than he has.     He was supposed to be with the rest of the tour group,     but of course he ended up wandering off on his own to     look at more than the designated tour area. He’s still got     around thirty years of advancements in space travel to get    up to date on, after all.

      “Oh, I-I know who you are. I’m just- well, I was with the tour.”

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“You’re not bothering me, not at all. I don’t wanna be doing   this work anyway.”

Mark smiled, adjusting the earpiece on his left side; a live feed of mission control, keeping him up to date when when he didn’t need to be there in person. He offered the younger man a smile, listening to his story; the brunet reminded him a bit of himself -- he didn’t tend to stick with the crowd on things like tours. It usually meant things were more fun that way.

“Thought there might be stuff more fun to see?” he asked playfully, no hint of anger or other unhappiness. Mark stood, pushing his chair back under the table before waving for the stranger to follow. “C’mon, lets go look at some stuff” he offered, digging around in his pockets and pulling out a lanyard, putting it over the kid’s shoulders. 

          “I don’t need my ID, people know who I am. With this, no one’ll give you               trouble” he assured, continuing down the hall. “So... what’s your                         name? And what should we go explore, hm?”

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“No, no. I’ll keep it.” With some rearranging around the dorm, Leonard was sure he’d be able to come up with a suitable location to place the plant that Mark brought over. However, figuring out its new home was the least of the brunet’s worries at the moment. He needed to get his recommended hours of studying in if he had any intention of passing the test the following day.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be Jim if he didn’t skip out for an hour or two.” Over the first few months at the academy, the doctor had grown all too accustomed to Jim’s usual routine. Only on rare occasions would he actually come across his friend studying. A slight nod is soon given in response to seeing the rather large bottle of water that Mark had pulled out from his backpack.

“Unless you have some place else you need to be this evening.”

To be honest, McCoy was hoping that Mark would stick around for more than a few minutes. Sure, he may enjoy the peace and quiet when it came to studying, but he came to enjoy having the other male around the dorm even more.

“Don’t tell me it’s all due tomorrow.”

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“Nah, I don’t have anywhere else to go. You know I don’t have friends” Mark laughed the statement off, even though it was relatively true; there weren’t many people around that Mark considered friends. It was pretty much Leonard and Jim. And a doctor friend named Chris; that was about it. Mark tugged out a few textbooks, and his notebook, which was completely beat to hell. It also had smeared dirt on the cover.

“Uh... well... some of it is due tomorrow. Not all of it, y’know, but some” he shrugged his shoulders, staring at his books with a certain amount of disdain. Mark didn’t want to study, or really do anything that was related to his classwork at all; he was exhausted, and lounging around sounded much better. 

          “Actually, to be honest, I have one thing that has to be done tomorrow.             But the rest of it is questionable. What about you, huh?”

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arescommandcr:

melissa was caught off guard by the hug but was quick to return it; she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t missed the botanist. after so long, it was nice to see a familiar face, and not have it be on the news or anything like that. her reply was almost snarky, but she missed the other too much to not be honest

          ❝ your students are lucky to have you.           — oh, you know, same old same old.           what about you? it’s been too long, i           barely recognize you!❞

“Nah -- I think you’d be a better teacher than    me. You’ve got plenty to share with everyone.”

Mark pulled out of the hug so he could see her face, and it was kind of startling how she looked so similar. Melissa hadn’t aged a day, and needless to say he was a bit jealous. Just a teeny bit. He plopped down again, waving so Lewis might do the same.

“Just working on getting healthy, trying to keep a schedule.   Uh... gettin’ used to real life again ain’t easy” he replied with   brutal honesty, knowing it’s what Lewis wanted. 

        “Having the classes, though... ‘s nice. Never thought I’d           be the teachin’ type.”

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kink; spitting blood out of my mouth, muttering ‘you fuck’ before aggressively making out w u against a cement wall

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     Of course that’s an odd question for a man who wouldn’t know a thing about time travel. Not that Picard knew much about it either, but he knew where he was. Clasping his hands behind his back, Picard tapped his toe lightly, trying to plan his next words carefully. 

    “No. I– I don’t work here.” No point in trying to pretend he was supposed to be here. Obviously there was a purpose for Q sending him here, and that purpose wouldn’t be fulfilled by trying to fit in. “Of course it’s 2043. That makes sense.” Ten years….  

   “I’m not hungover,” Picard snapped, a little too on edge. “Listen. This is going to be odd. But. What if I told you that I’m from the 24th century?”

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Mark’s expression just got more and more confused, forehead a sea of wrinkles as his brain tried to catch up. He huffed, looking over the older man with more intent, with a reason to figure out who he was. Of course, that wasn’t working, but at least it made him look busy.

    “I -- uh -- excuse me?”

Time travel wasn’t real. It wasn’t even possible; every scientist Mark had ever met told him so, and to be honest, he’d believed them. It wasn’t his area of scientific expertise, but he wasn’t dumb enough to question astrophysicists. For fucks sake, they were astrophysicists.

         “I’d say you were full of shit” he replied bluntly. “Science has always supported the fact                 that isn’t possible.” Mark paused.

           “...can you prove it?”

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sentence starters: protective edition.

“Don’t let them talk to you that way.”

“I get so angry whenever I hear them talking about you… you don’t deserve it.”

“You could have been killed!”

“What were you thinking?!?”

“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”

“I can’t leave you here alone.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“If they lay a finger on you, I swear I’ll kill them.”

“I’ll protect you with my life.”

“I’ll never leave your side. Not until we can ensure your safety.”

“Who did this to you?!”

“No one messes with you and gets away with it.”

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

“Come on, tell me what happened.”

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​    @firsttocolonizemars liked for a starter ( ACCEPTING )

   “HEY! Hey, you! SHIT, finally! The service here is TERRIBLE. I’ve been here for at least twenty million years and you’re the first living thing I’ve seen! Unless these walls are living. In which case, I’m sorry, walls. I don’t mean to piss you off. They’re just not very talkative.”  

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“What the fuck -- what the actual -- HOW are you IN HERE?” Mark was scared shitless, first of all. Second of all, she was purple. HOW. “I -- I don’t even have anything I can fucking say -- WHO ARE YOU?”

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worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

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help a person out and give an opinion?

[elrcy]

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          of course melissa had kept close with her crew but it’d been           a while since she’d seen any of them face. especially watney.           after this long, she assumed a surprise wouldn’t hurt.

                    ❝ teaching, huh? ❞

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“ yeah -- hey, stranger!”

mark hadn’t seen much of the crew; they’d all gone their separate ways, back to their families. and after going back to his parents, mark had to make his life again. and that had meant teaching. he missed them all, even melissa. especially melissa. so mark had no shame in wrapping her into a hug  with his greeting.

                  “yeah, i’ve got knowledge to share.                     how’ve you been?”

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ツ

interruption meme || acceptingYour muse walks in on mine being sick

He really hadn’t meant to get caught. Also, he hadn’t planned on being sick, either.

They were only a few weeks from home, and even after all of this time, Mark had been struggling to adjust to more of a real life. Having a daily schedule, having people around, having real food -- it all seemed extremely foreign, even though he’d had this kind of a life before Mars.  

“Meli -- Commander.”

Mark’s caught off guard when the door opens, despite the sign on the bathroom door had said occupied. Maybe he’d been making too much noise, and she’d gotten worried. He was quite a sight -- vomit on his lower lip, eyes watery and red from heaving. His body was still revolting against anything normal, including food. Great.

                “I’m okay -- Just -- I’m okay.”

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