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INDIE & SELECTIVE JOHN MURPHY of THE 100. EST 4.18.2015  ~ written by Lex, currently inactive RULES || VERSES || NAVI || MEMES || WISHLIST || TRACKER unicorn-lore . - personal sideblog (i follow back from here)

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MEMORI The 100 / Season 3 / Episode 2 / Wanheda II

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[everythingfox]

Zzz amirite

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(18+ blog)

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Murphamy scheming for the first time 😏

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let’s go stargazing and fuck under the moonlight

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John Murphy roped into being a hero again... albeit a little reluctantly...

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[neckkiss]

via weheartit

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Spacewalker vs the deleted scene (x) I tried to stop him. Not hard enough.

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headstrongblake​:

“ we’re all stuck here, ” shoulders lift, there’s no place else on earth besides this valley filed with their people’s naive optimism. at least no place she was in any hurry to venture back to. “ might as well see what’s out here, right? ” she says casually, eyes wandering because there’ll never be a chance in hell that octavia would ever go back across the dried up sea to the ruins of polis. back to the bunker that holds nothing but ghosts and blood. but mostly, why not explore? it’s quiet out here. alone. & the only person around is murphy who doesn’t look at her any different than before she’d gone beneath the ground. here? she doesn’t have to face the brother who’d rather poison her than side with her. the one who would’ve watched her die in the gorge without so much as a word. but, as murphy’s words really tumble around in her head, she realizes murphy is now someone who reminds her of that brother. 

there’s a tightness that builds in her chest, words mixing around in her mind because she wants to ask. wants to know about who her brother had become up there and how. but somehow, it feels shameful to even need to ask someone else because they should’ve been together. side by side, like it’s always been. he’d told her she was prometheus and that he’d come back for her. now? it seems she lived up to his metaphor. giving herself little by little every day in the bunker to feed the needs & survival of her people until there was nothing left, just like prometheus who’d been chained to a rock to be fed upon after he’d delivered fire back to the humans. and while bellamy came back to her, he doesn’t look at her the same anymore.

“ yeah… and what was that like? ” the question comes out vague instead of direct, eyes wandering the length of the forest like she’s truly more focused on their surroundings than the conversation itself. when in fact, she just couldn’t stand for murphy or anyone for that matter to see the hurt that surfaces despite all efforts at the idea of space and her brother in it. all things that were much easier to keep locked away when the only focus she had was her people’s survival. when blodreina ruled every thought.

Murphy almost points out that they’re not really stuck here. After the five-year mark passed in space, Raven always made a point to remind Bellamy that radiation levels were survivable anywhere on Earth. Maybe the rest of the planet wasn’t livable, but there had to be pockets of life they’d missed while only focused on one spot. He’s not in a hurry to risk his neck finding them, despite being disillusioned with the current situation. And since Octavia just lost pretty much everything trying to wage war for the place, he keeps the thoughts to himself.

His eyes scan the forest floor as they walk, avoiding fallen tree branches, and he’s lost in his own thoughts until Octavia speaks again. He’s not even sure what she’s talking about at first, and it shows in his slightly confused look. However, his mind circles back to their conversation, and he guesses she’s talking about space. Or, more specifically, what space was like with Bellamy. It’s a loaded question, and Murphy’s unsure how to answer or what she’s really asking. “I mean, the excitement didn’t end between algae soup for every meal and daily sleng wochop.”

The monotony contrasts stories from the bunker, and Murphy skirts the topic. Or rather, veers violently away and straight into her brother as a distraction. “I dunno, Bellamy did what he always does. Bossed people around. Kept us alive. Never fucking shut up about getting back to you. Like a time violation every day.” He pauses, realizing that not all of their customs and sayings make sense to outsiders. It’s weird enough for him to be included in a group, but stranger still that Octavia is the outsider with something relating to Bellamy. So he explains, “That’s when we had to pick up an extra chore for mentioning how long we’d been stuck.”

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headstrongblake​:

a bright smile that reaches her eyes lifts her lips as she pulls a smoke from her pack for him, before lighting her own. a heavenly drag in, smoke like a white trail leaves her lips, vanishing into the dark sky. “ careful murphy, it’s starting to sound like i’m growing on you. ” although she’s never going to complain about the free drinks he supplies her with most of the times she comes around. the summer breeze creates goosebumps along her skin as she leans against the brick building, though she hardly feels it with the warmth of the vodka. “ just wonder what’s all hush hush in the back there. ” especially behind that door with a security code.

she takes another drag, this time slowly and allowing the smoke to rise between them while she debates whether or not to keep up the ruse. they’re already into drugs with the help of jasper no doubt. lincoln’s mentioned the guns. the fight over territory. what else was her brother dabbling into now that he thought he could rise among the hardened criminals? she decides against anymore half truths. “ but mostly, i wonder how long was i gone before bellamy went full criminal? ” she asks with more seriousness, “ people talk in this city. ”

Murphy lights the offered cigarette, and a smile plays at the corner of his lips at her suggestion. Maybe he likes when Octavia comes around more than he lets on, but he’s not about to admit that on top of everything else she’s prying into. He exhales the smoke into the dark but says nothing to respond to her curiosity. There’s no satisfactory answer, especially since the contraband changes daily. Drugs, weapons, and stolen goods could all be found depending on the day and the gang's latest venture. 

However, Octavia seems set on starting her investigative journalism career early, and Murphy can only roll his eyes in response. “You might want to practice your subtly. But why don’t you tell me what you’ve heard and who you’ve heard from and maybe…” Murphy takes another drag with a shrug of his shoulder. He’s more interested in who she’s getting the information from because he’s almost certain no one in Bellamy’s camp is giving details. It’s worth confirming some of her suspicions. “...I’ll tell you if it’s accurate.” 

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headstrongblake​:

not yet accustomed to the noises of shadow valley, octavia’s easily awoken by the muffled sounds murphy makes as he wades through whatever nightmare that plagues him. her brows furrow as she sits up, tired eyes blinking before attention solely rests on murphy in the dark. for a moment she thinks of leaving him. he’ll be fine and being woken is not always something she wants or needs throughout her own nightmare induced sleeps, so who is she to force it on him? but the more he stirs, the more he starts twisting, octavia can’t simply leave him alone.

she’s quick to his side, hands reaching out to shake at his shoulder when “ bellamy, don’t. ” comes forth out loud. eyes widen, triggering a long lost memory of the delinquent camp, though fingers stay on his clothes, shaking a little more firmly to wake him from the horror he was facing. “ murphy, wake up.. ” it seems she’s not the only one who’s nightmares are plagued with something her big brother’s done. her hands raise, pulling them back away from him the moment murphy begins to come to, thrashing about to secure himself some safety. while he backs away from her, octavia remains where she is, eyes carefully watching him move about in the dark. 

her head shakes, offering a small lift of her shoulders. it’s not the first time she’ll have a sleepless night, wouldn’t be the last either. “ you don’t have to go. ” octavia tells him, finally standing away from the sleeping mat to light the lantern niylah had brought her during one of her many rounds of artifacts and supplies, allowing it to illuminate a glow throughout the tent. that’s when she can really see the way his nightmare had unnerved him. the way bellamy’s actions very clearly still haunt murphy to this day even after all these years. after they’d mended their relationship. “ really murphy, it’s okay. ” maybe that’s her own guilt gnawing at her for the parts they all played that day but besides, it’s not dawn yet and there’s nowhere for him to go except out there alone. a part of her wants to poke, wants to ask if he’s okay but she settles for something more light hearted. “ stay, i don’t want to drag your drunk ass back in here again when everyone starts waking up. ” 

Murphy looks down at the half-tied laces as he gives up, resting his aching head in his hands, elbows propped to his knees. With his back to Octavia, he says nothing but swallows down the bitter taste in his mouth and tries to shake the fear that clings to him even after waking. The extra light doesn’t help his shaking hands, but he sets them to work again, fingers pulling his laces tight. “Why? Need a break from all the nightmares you’ve caused?” 

The verbal blow is quick and harsh, and though Murphy knows it’s not fair to lay the trauma of everyone from the bunker on Octavia, he doesn’t apologize for or retract the statement. She’s not the bad guy here. Neither is Bellamy. The villain is the shit they’re all still carrying around. Wounds that fester, never fully healing and stoking cruel defensive responses even where there’s no threat. “Or do you just miss having problems to solve?”

Murphy’s keenly aware that he’s the problem, always. He pushes away memories of Emori coaxing him back to bed with soft assurances and stands, even though his head is still swimming with exhaustion and intoxication. His eyes are tired when he glances at Octavia, but his jaw is set askew in place of an apology. His gaze slides back to the door of the tent because he’ll always choose flight over fight. It’s also why he won’t spend the day hanging around camp, trying to get out of work while they all pretend they don’t have nightmares. He’s just waiting for everyone’s bad dreams of the past to spill over into the present, but he’s not going to let people watch it happen to him. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to pass out where I’m not anyone’s problem,” he says before pushing his way outside. 

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