kinda makes you feel your mortality, doesn't it ?

the molecules of your body are the same molecules that make this station and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves. we are star-stuff.

[mclecules]

     ––– then i will tell you a great secret, captain . perhaps the GREATEST of all time . the MOLECULES of your body are the same MOLECULES that make up this station, and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves . we are STARSTUFF . we are the universe made manifest, trying to figure itself out .

indie sci fi themed multimuse blog, featuring muses from babylon 5, the expanse, farscape, firefly, and star trek ! penned by fen .

[mclecules]

@othertypcs said:      “ Odo, I’m filing a complaint against Grena for attempting to       gorge out my eyes. ” - quark, who looks like he’s been crying.       (grena random name, not anyone)

          the humans have a saying. there is nothing new under the sun. ancient as the quote is, they had the right idea. argue all you want about technological advancements, fresh philosophies, discovering never-before-seen phenomena on the edge of the universe. where it counts ? there is nothing new. solids will be solids. they’ll laugh, scowl, start fights they can’t win, snarl when a shopkeeper refuses to barter for their inflated currency.

          so, when quark storms into the security office, looking like a convalescent of the kzintian flu, he thinks nothing of it. he makes a point to look like he thinks nothing of it. cue the professional equivalent of examining his fingernails. attention is devoted anew to the report on his desk. he taps at the padd with purpose.

          once the appropriate amount of time passes ( eleven seconds – as much time as he can get away with, while ensuring quark won't start again ), he lowers the padd to his desk. in his chair he reclines, conveying just the right amount of dull interest.

          ❛ we've gone over this before. you can't implicate others for causing you to have an emotional response. ❜ oh, he's not even entertaining quark's excuses today. ❛ if you're looking for a counselor, try the next level up. ❜

          not that the jabs end there. odo never could sacrifice a chance to be snide towards quark. if there is a hidden message in there, a molecule of concern ? no, there isn't. ❛ ...i thought things were going well between you two. well, considering your history. ❜

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@aerynxsun said:      ❝ this is the only way. trust me. ❞ - for ivanova!       SW: THE CLONE WARS PROMPTS !

          my way or the highway. the phrase is old as rocks ( asphalt, specifically ), yet rings clear in ivanova’s mind. like hell she’s going to accept an ultimatum, of all things. and this is an ultimatum, no matter how prettily the woman dresses it up. ultimatums are threats. ultimatums, unless they come from herself, are not to be followed. ( as the leading expert on hypocrisy, she is the exception to the rule ! )

          when someone says this is the only way, her instincts scream. scream no, scream this is a bad idea, scream fuck you, i am specifically doing the opposite of what you suggested because you phrased it like that. fuck you, again. it’s a big ol’ cacophony. a pain in the butt, too. it works. doesn’t keep her out of trouble, but it works. nine times out of ten, anyways.

          today is a one-in-ten day.

          it’s not the fact that her back is against the wall ( literally, metaphorically, who-gives-a-shit-ally ), or that their options are rapidly thinning to nil, or that she is dependent on a stranger for guidance. it is the fact that she trusts her. contrary to the normal nonsense, it is something in her core that believes in this woman, while her brain insists otherwise.

          even her brain has to acknowledge the woman’s eyes possess a focus, a confidence that keeps her stomach from twisting into a pretzel. ivanova’s jaw sets, chin dips in a nod. sure. why not.

          ❛ alright. run me through it again, before you get us turned into swiss cheese. ❜

[mclecules]

@aerynxsun said:      ❝ you called this “home”. ❞  - for john       SW: THE CLONE WARS PROMPTS !

          john talks.

          a lot.

          between the complaints and the rambling and the ambling theorizing, it stands to reason that something of substance passes his lips. not that he notices until aeryn draws attention to it. whatever line of thought he’d been entertaining before, crumbles into nothing and blows away on a non-existent breeze. ( oh, great. they’ll need to check the air recycling systems, next. )

          he wiggles his way out from where he previously lay. shoulders deep in a cramped maintenance tunnel is not where he wants to have this conversation. or most conversations, unless they involve aeryn coaching him through repairing this node. once he’s clear, he props himself up on his elbows, and smashes his forehead against the mouth of the tunnel. alright. not clear. second time is the ticket. after scooting out a bit more, and swearing a lot more, he sits up without incident.

          ❛ home, is where the heart is. home is where your momma is. home, ❜ he glares at the offending bulkhead, ❛ is where you rack up more concussions than a linebacker. ❜ a thumb smudges his jaw. ❛ look, i dunno how long we got ‘til moya gets tired of us dragging every lowlife in the galaxy back to her. if she gave us the boot tomorrow, i wouldn’t blame her. but, uh. until then, this seems like as good a place as any to call home. where your family is. ❜

[boofulmemes]

sw: the clone wars prompts !

❝ listen, i would never let anyone hurt you. ❞

❝ i’ve been having dreams. bad dreams. ❞

❝ you called this “home”. ❞

❝ learning this could save your life and those around you. ❞

❝ i got a big headache. ❞

❝ a great leap forward often requires taking two steps back. ❞

❝ you’re reckless, little one. ❞ 

❝ you carry a great sadness in your heart. ❞

❝ you’ve been through quite an ordeal, little one. ❞

❝ sometimes it takes courage to stick to one’s beliefs. ❞

❝ take heart, little one. ❞

❝ old sins cast long shadows. ❞

❝ i should’ve paid more attention. i should’ve tried harder. i – ❞

❝ how simple you make it, light and dark, as if there is one without the other. ❞

❝ you don’t have to look tough to be tough. ❞   

❝ see? i’m flesh and blood, just like you. ❞

❝ you and i go way back. if that’s where you feel your place is, then that’s where you belong. ❞

❝ i don’t need mind tricks to get you to talk. ❞ 

❝ is it worth being beaten to death? ❞

❝ thanks for coming after me. ❞

❝ sometimes the line between friend and foe is blurred. ❞

❝ this isn’t a mission for learning. you either do or die. ❞

❝ and if you don’t slow down, you’re not going to find what you’re looking for. ❞

❝ grow up. ❞

❝ in my life, when you find people who need your help, you help them, no matter what. i guess it’s just who i am. ❞

❝ buildings are just buildings. what really makes a city are the inhabitants who live in it. ❞ 

❝ when you’re a kid, you hear stories. i guess they’re not what i thought they would be. ❞  

❝ this is the only way. trust me. ❞

❝ not too talkative, are you? ❞

❝ sometimes in war, it’s hard to be the one that survives. ❞

❝ you couldn’t be a greater disappointment. ❞

❝ if i’m not with you, who else will have your back? ❞ 

[mclecules]

@othertypcs said:      someone taps odo's shoulder. "hey. you can shape shift right.       what if you turned into a gun ? can you shoot yourself as a bullet       while being a gun. would that be fucked up or what. my friend       think-a you-a stupid and nobody respect you unless you can shoot       yourself as a gun." (benrey , )

          not a day goes by when he doesn’t have to deal with the station’s inane hijinks, but he tries to remember most of its occupants are relatively normal. innocent. intrusive. tries to give people the benefit of the doubt when they pull him aside for a question. tries to keep pure irritation out of his voice when they ask about the tailor shop that is directly behind them, or the bar two feet to their left. he tries, which is quite possibly the only reason he doesn’t dismiss this living terror on sight.

          arms crossed, he stares.

          ❛ you’re asking me, ❜ he says with the level incredulity that only he can manage, ❛ if i can, no, what would happen, if i were to transform into a gun. ❜ if odo believed in a higher power, he thinks this would be the appropriate point at which to pray to one. ❛ you specifically used the term gun, as in, weapons that fire bullets. as in, projectiles that have punched holes in lesser hulls and asphyxiated entire crews in the past. ❜ eyebrows are another thing he lacks, but again, this is the moment he would have raised them.

          ❛ your... ❜ harumph. he certainly doesn’t need a functioning nose to smell this bullshit. ❛ ...friend, could use a history lesson. ❜ or a whole course on common sense. either or. embodying the spirit of a kindly usher, an arm extends in the way one might gesture, here’s your seat, or, get a move on, you nightmarish rascal. he smiles. too wide, too thin, too polite. saltwater taffy stretched between your fingers. ❛ perhaps you could be the one to deliver it to them. ❜ translation: leave him in peace. ❛ i’m sure i’ll find some way to survive without their respect, in the meantime. ❜

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