all engines 𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 .

apollo you are go for launch .    

[qb18]

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conrad fisher + smoking

[everdawn]

@alphastationed: ♡'d for a one-three line starter from CLARKE.

 ❛❛ YOU were sent down here just to give me a headache, weren't you ? ❜❜ clarke regarded apollo with a playful sigh. fingertips rubbed at her temples to justify her statement and she flashed him a knowing look, as if daring him to challenge her.

[qb18]

apollo stopped dead in his tracks,  slowly turning to look at the blonde,  uncertainty written across his features.    carefully deciphering the intent of her comment,  a shake of his head dismissed it altogether.    “  i no more see myself as another noble citizen,  just trying to do what’s best.  ”    he paused,  clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.    “  for all of us.  ”    his tone,  carried with it,  an obvious undertone.    subtle scowl glared in her direction.

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it was like the floodgates had been opened. with the complete truth now between them, neither apollo or luca could hide. a trick they'd both been so good at. even when it came to each other, apparently. all his life there was a feeling of other. a back up. the second choice. but with apollo's declaration, luca knew that hadn't been the case; and it never would be again.

his grasp keeps apollo close, matching the passion and fervor with a like of his own. the feelings that burned for years were now set free like wildfire. for a moment they manage to stay in place, limbs holding the other close as if their lives depended on it. but it couldn't last for too long, with the power behind both of their bodies forcing them back to where they'd been; toppling over without a second thought. it's only once the air in the room has almost vanished completely that luca pulls away, hovering above apollo as he'd wished for. like the sun, the central point of orbit. the red tint to his lips causes a laugh. the savagery was startling. "you're an idiot for not knowing, but i love you." the words hung there, waiting for more. "you know that, right? whatever happens here, that'll always be true."

[qb18]

they’d always shared their warmth with each other.    birthed warmth into the coldest of places,  just so they might live better off having done so.    the warmth they shared here,  the closeness?   it’s unmatched.    peace had done its best to avoid him,  it’s a rarity he can find its good grace.    but from where he lay,    head in green grass,  luca captured in the most poetic silhouette brought forth by piercing sunlight.     it all worked.    they fit together,  perfectly,  the missing pieces of the puzzle which had finally found each other alas.    “  oh,  shutup.  ”    he reached up to pinch the bridge of the blonde’s nose,  playfully rolling his eyes.    “  i love you too.  ”    a sharp inhale pondered on his words.    he’d never said it with such intent,  this way,  it’s different.    it’s better.    “  let’s never do that waiting thing again,  okay?  i hated that.  ”

[guiltye-deactivated20241217]

" give me that. no more day drinking." - @cassie

"jeez, dad," cassie all but snarls as she watches him snatch the bottle from her grasp, brows furrowing as she looks at him with a scorned expression within her features. she's exhausted, evidence of a poor sleep littered across her countenance, namely the dark bags beneath her gaze. but she doesn't care, doesn't care that pike stripped her from her position as a guard, doesn't care that her mother is gone; she can't let herself care. she works her jaw as she stands up, moving towards him to reach for her drink once more. "c'mon, don't do this. don't pretend that you give a shit now."

[qb18]

a palm planted itself firmly into her shoulder, knocking her back towards the bed once more.    apollo almost felt bad for her,  the shriveled state he’d found her in.    he knew things hadn’t been easy,  but hadn’t anticipated they’d be this bad.    “  i didn’t,  really.  ”    he reassured with a gentle scoff,  pondering over to the sink and turning the bottle upsides down.    ensuring she could see him pour the liquor out.    “  that was before i knew your grand plan was to drink your sorrows away,  come on now.  ”    his tone is harsher than intended,  as per usual.    but carries with it,  the fact that he did care.    she’d been a strong beam of resilience created in the face of her mother.    that image,  she’d always held up to the best of her ability.    now,  she’s a mere shadow of herself.    “  it’s eating you alive,  isn’t it?  ”    he inhaled deeply,  the feeling was all too familiar.    “  all of it,  all at once.  ”

[powerstationed-deactivated20241]

THE HUNDRED: S01EP05. @alphastationed

[qb18]

[guiltye-deactivated20241217]

" how can you look yourself in the mirror with that fuckin' uniform on? " @ cassie

she always hated the way that apollo seemed to understand her better than she understood herself most days. how simple glances could speak languages between them, shared looks over something they both equally disapprove counting back years between them, tethering their histories, memories. in a way, cassie doesn't remember the faces of the other people that she and apollo graduated cadets with. only him, their shared glances, the mild scrunch of distain in their features as they tried to silently communicate: are we the only ones who see how wrong this is?

on the ark, it felt like they were on the same team; the same shared thoughts seem to bound them together. now, on the ground; it feels like they are at opposite wars. her with the uniform around her shoulders, now with her mother's name scribbled on her chest rather than her own, while apollo no longer burdens his shoulders with the tasks that they were given while living on the ark. there's a tick within her jaw when he sets in her way, calling her out, almost making her face the fact that she doesn't know who she is if she is not wearing this uniform.

"apollo," she grits out through clenched teeth, a warning; wanting to continue with you don't know what you are talking about. she moves around him, their shoulders tapping one another, as she slides on her mother's guard jacket. "someone has to look out for our people," she murmurs, taking his comment in stride as she does, in fact, look at herself in the mirror and fix her hair so that it is out of her face. "not my fault that you decided to give up on that."

[qb18]

there had been a time where they’d stood shoulder to shoulder.    graduation day,  future cadets of the ark,  the maintainers of peace.    back then,  he’d never felt prouder to don the uniform.    in a way,  it was their destiny.    almost every memory he’d retained involved her,  safe for the few atrocities he’d been responsible for on his own.    when they first touch foot upon the ground,  he’d still worn the uniform set upon free shoulders proudly.    that was before he’d been indoctrinated,  misfigured and turned into a person he’d never been.    and in some ways,  he’d never been more grateful.

apollo doesn’t understand most people.    he saw the galaxy in a different way than most,  perceived the way he was raised to perceive it.    historic,  outdated.    cassie,  however,  he’d figured her out a long time ago.    through their highs and lows,  amidst everything.    perhaps there’s an unsettled tax that lingered between them.    still reeling from her inability to provide him an inkling of humanity when he needed it most,  or his hypocritical belief that she could have done more for helo on the night they unknowingly churned his life upside down.    shoulders collide,  and his lips curl upwards into a faux grin.    backpedals put him infront of her once more,  his bulky frame impeding her forwards movement.    ＂  take care of our people,  you still believe that bullshit?  ＂    his neck craned forth,  glaring daggers at her.    once upon a time,  he thought they’d shared a common ground of sympathy.    now,  he can barely decipher her motives. 

＂  guess who took care of our people while you were fuckin’ destroying families on the ark.  ＂    the truth of his statement,  had been blurred.    he hadn’t gotten the full story yet,  but that didn’t matter.    his intent is to char the sense of pride she’d traveled with to ash.    ＂  where were you when they kidnapped us—  ＂    emotions crumble,  cave in.    his bottom lip quivered,  trauma pulsed through constricted veins.    ＂  where the fuck were you when they drilled into us,  huh?  ＂    now,  a finger prodded at the jacket,  smudging it with his dirt stained fingertip.    ＂  we didn’t have a choice up there.  ”    cerulean irises scrutinize her.     “  down here,  you don’t have to be this.    and i know you.    you’re not proud of the shit we’ve done.    so what are you hanging onto?  ＂    a half-step carried him forwards,  closing the distance between them.    forcing her to face her demons.    ＂  is it this?  huh?  this fuckin’  piece of fabric?  ＂    he pinched the shoulder with an audible scoff.   

[exilesign-deactivated20231212]

" you think i did this? " - silas

“eeeasy. i didn’t say that.” hands slightly lift up defensively letting them fall by his sides whilst facing the guard. “but if anything went missing, wouldn’t you be responsible?” if someone else is willing to take the blame, he definitely wasn’t opposed to it. silas folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head slightly. scrutinizing eyes settle on apollo before narrowing some. “frankly, i don’t think you’re capable—but hey, you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover.” in spite of being nearly caught red-handed, he still found the nerve to take a jab. the many valuable items he’s stolen so far lay hidden in a place no one will ever find. he’s confident in his skill, maybe a little too much. “i don’t see the point of playing detective, do you?” he keeps a collected demeanor before looking at the mess he made then at apollo, “it must’ve been someone snooping around. there, mystery solved.” 

[qb18]

there’s a sense of humor in the male opposite that he can at least appreciate.    a soothing chuckle tumbled from parted lips,  shaking his head.    in the current predicament they stood in,  he could have attempted to haul silas off.    leave whatever fight he may poise to the courts,  but he wasn’t that person.    ＂  really?  come on,  i could do that easy dude,  piece of cake.  ＂    an index finger prodded upwards,  bringing his speech to an abrupt halt.    ＂  i wouldn’t though,  but okay,  i’ll tell you what.  ＂    his next paused is sarcastic in nature,  returning the heart-felt jab silas has given him earlier.    ＂  don’t be a prick for the next two minutes,  and i won’t play detective.  ＂    cerulean irises scanned silas up and down in scrutiny.    ＂  what station are you from,  anyway?  ＂

[wingfells-deactivated20231021]

@alphastationed / continued from dis

eyes  watched  as  apollo  shifted  through  different  items,     her  own  fingers  holding  a  piece  of  metal  from  a  project  as  she  waited  for  him  to  reply.     raven  didn't  push.     she  could  easily  see  how  worked  up  he  was  and  well,     she  wasn't  stupid.     sure,     she  was  sarcastic  and  sometimes  liked  pushing  people's  buttons  but  the  brunette  knew  when  not  to.     ❛  just  working  on  some  stuff.     i  needed  a  break  from  the  chaos.  ❜     there  was  so  much  going  on  as  they  tried  to  figure  out  their  roles     -     including  leadership.     raven  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  the  battles  of  who  had  the  bigger  dick.     ❛  feel  free  to  hang  out  or  whatever.     i  won't  pry.  ❜

[qb18]

for as irritated as he’d been,  her lack of apprehension is a breath of fresh air.    upon finding the spare part,  he finally withdrew from the stack of scraps he’d been searching.    turning to view the brunette,  beaming with curiosity.    ＂  yeah,  everyone’s just so fuckin’ exhausting,  you know what i mean?  ＂    even now,  he’d found himself teetering on edge.    civilized conversation had grown increasingly rare.    ＂  are you sure that’s supposed to go there?  ＂    truth be told,  apollo wouldn’t have known any better.    especially not when it came to mechanics,  there’s a teasing nature to his tone.    ＂  i’m not an expert,  but my name is apollo.    so i gotta have some type of knowledge on this shit,  afterall.  ＂  

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luca sits in dumbfounded silence for a moment, releasing apollo's hand only to free himself from the suffocation he's begun to feel all at once. he rises from where the two sat as an exasperated sigh shakes free from his chest. the disbelief comes quietly, "you have no idea the effect you have on people."

hands run over his face, fighting the urge to laugh, knowing that what might spill from his lips could send them in the opposite direction if he wasn't careful. "i've been your shadow for years. everywhere you went, i tried to go. everything you did, i wanted to be a part of it." so how could apollo not see what that meant? was it his own baggage, because of the father who didn't deserve him in the first place? oh how luca tried to be that replacement. to be the boost to his ego, the friend always at his side, whatever comfort he needed. "that wasn't just because i was lonely or because you were my friend. it was because of you. who you are and what you mean to me." being loved by apollo was like standing in the sun, luca now knew. that sensation was real to him. the warmth, the glow, it made every day better. "i would never say no. not to you. not then," he paused mid-step, wishing for the other to meet him half way. "and not now."

[qb18]

IT'S HUMOROUS,  in a way.    if the gravity of the situation hadn’t fallen upon already burdened shoulders,  he could have even laughed.    instead,  he focused on how shallow his breathing had become.    especially when luca presented himself like that.    there’s a confidence that really drives it all home.    the love he’d yearned to have,  lay out on a table infront of him.    a star floating endlessly amongst the galaxy,  finally come within arms reach.    loving luca had never been a choice,  not for him.    and he’d given up on it once before,  dismantled their chances before even knowing they existed.

this time,  he shuffled forwards slightly.    careful steps bring them closer to one another,  in where lapis irises drink in his beauty.    scan across his gently dusted cheeks,  and flutter towards the lips he’d longed to lose himself in for the longest while.    a palm freed itself from his mental restraint,   pressing gently against luca’s side.    trailing upwards along the fabric he wore, until his palm caught the arch of his torso in it.    bringing them flush.    in all the years they’d grown together,  they’d never been this close.    in which apollo could lose himself entirely in the warmth radiating from luca’s body,   bathe in it,  allow it to soothe his aches and worries. ＂  i don’t want you to be my shadow anymore,  not anymore. ＂    his neck craned forwards,  a simultaneous tilt of his head accompanied it. ＂  be—  i don’t know,  my sun.    you’re my sun,  luca. ＂    apollo connected their lips flush against each other,   nipping at the swell of his lower lip.    a kiss with added fervor,  as if it were something he’d waited a lifetime to enjoy.    to savor the taste of his honeyed lips,  memorize them incase they’d never share it again.    

[conradfiisher]

The Summer I Turned Pretty || 2.08

[inabsolute-deactivated20231201]

the realization of apollo's words makes luca feel haunted. all this time… longer than i can remember. the years they've lost because of the ark and its governance. though the anger and frustration of their situation depletes the longer luca looks at him. at the boy who made his life better from the second he entered it.

luca remembers everything. apollo's first words to him, how easy he fit into the folds of he and his mother's lives, how talking to apollo always felt safe, how the secrets they shared were his treasures, how jealous he'd been when apollo's attention left him for someone else. all this time luca assumed it was because he could never be seen that way, least of all by apollo. only to learn that wasn't the case. and it never was. a heavy sigh emits as he comes to sit beside the other, noting the tremor in his hand. luca was not the only one who feared rejection. "why didn't you tell me?" he asks, their bodies in a familiar stance: side by side. he doesn't look at apollo when he takes his hand, when he massages the calloused skin of his palm; counting each groove of it like they used to count stars. his voice grows quiet, full of remorse and a sadness that seeps from his touch.

[qb18]

the familiar palm that lay upon his hand brought his tremor to a halt.    the fear of rejection still reigned strong over his emotions, but luca’s touch was one he could cave into within itself.    it made everything okay, as if it never mattered in the first place.    “  i don’t know.  ”    apollo knew, he knew it very well.    but he simply hadn’t known how to say it without feeling like a fool.    after all, he knew even in the face of rejection, that their love for one another wouldn’t change.    yet, it was a worry that thwarted any chance of him having admitted it.    “  i thought you would say no, and—  ”    finally, he allowed cerulean irises to scan across to luca’s sharp features.    a seldom gaze rested beneath tired eyes, but so did a notch of hopefulness.    “  and i’d just be the dumbass they talk about, the guy that fell in love with his best friend.    you know, the cliché.  ”    that hadn’t been the tip of the iceberg, he could handle the insults.    carry them upon slanted shoulders as if they hadn’t mattered in the first place, what he couldn’t stand was the prospect of losing luca.    “  or have you look at me, and feel remorse or disgust. . .  i didn’t want any of that, luca.  ”   apollo exhaled sharply, frustrated with it all.   “  i just want you.  ”

[qb18]

"would you change anything about your life?"

assorted question prompts    -    arthur collins. would you change anything about your life? always accepting.

the question took him by storm.    cryptic in nature, forcing a bundle of thoughts he hadn’t the energy to bear.    a calloused palm pushed through deep brown locks, illuminated by the crackling of the nearby fire.    many times he’d lay awake in his bunk, counting individual rivets in the ceiling.    each scratch, a mark of the times he’d infringed upon the lives of others.    the times in which blocky puzzle pieces refused to conjoin.    leaving him incomplete, withering and without much to desire.    “  wouldn’t we all?  ”    the list could spand galaxies, travel endlessly and return.    only to have more items thrown on the list.    “  my dad used to tell us the gods envy us.    because we’re mortal.  ”    yet, he’d been the single most divisive being he’d ever had the sorrow of knowing.    “  but we send other mortals to their death, for what.    for being less fortunate?    for living under different circumstances?  ”    a piece of kindling was tossed into the fire pit.    “  look at me, being all philosophical and shit.    what would you change?    what baggage are you hanging onto?  ”

[vo1dborn]

❝  you  come  to  check  on  me  or  something,     @alphastationed?  ❞     raven  was  struggling  a  little,     with  the  major  change  of  being  on  the  ground  -  even  if  it  had  been  her  own  choice.     the  ark  had  been  structured,     with  rules  drawn  out.     there'd  been  no  black  or  white  really  up  there.     but  the  ground?     it  seemed  to  be  a  large  grey  area.     one  filled  with  questions  and  so  much  uncertainty.     no  adults  setting  the  rules  or  making  the  decisions.     it  was  just  them  -  a  group  of  kids.     ❝ or  did  you  just  need  an  excuse  to  get  away  from  everyone?  ❞     raven  smiled  softly.

[qb18]

unbecoming of him, but he’d come in peace.    slithering around basecamp like a snake had grown exhausting.    constantly wary of those around him, as if he’d been prey trapped amongst a herd of predators.    eager to catch him off guard, then sweep him off his feet and be done with it.    the faux impression of searching for tools should have dismissed any deeper questioning.    a stiffness in his stature, conveyed the state of alert his brain resided in.    at first, apollo didn’t respond.    gentle metallic clanging pinged through the hull as he carelessly moved items around.    “  gotta get away from that fuckin’ asshole out there.    before i fuckin’—  ”    a sharp inhale dismissed the thought.    he’d never harm helo, not anymore than he already had.    “  forget it, what are you doing in here?  ”

[mcflymemes]

ASSORTED QUESTION PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

do you think now would be a good time?

how am i supposed to trust you after a stunt like that?

do you have any idea what that does to me?

have you ever been up north?

what was your childhood like?

do you think there's a chance for us?

what time were you planning to leave?

is there anything i can bring you?

you knew about this, and you never told me?

what did you expect me to do?

how much more of this can you take?

do you think we can find a way out of here?

can you just stop for a second and let me think?

why did you go without me?

what difference does it make?

how long can you stay?

could you bring me my jacket?

will you give me another chance?

where am i supposed to go?

when did it start raining?

will you take me with you?

can i just hear the full story first?

didn't we agree to do this together?

when did we decide to do that?

will you walk me home?

there's more to the story, isn't there?

how many were lost?

will you kiss me again later?

would you join me on the dance floor?

how many guests can we expect?

were you expecting someone else?

can i trust you?

will it always be like this?

do you smell something burning?

when did that get there?

did you move the furniture around?

was that a ghost?

is that blood?

are you playing a trick on me?

what's your favorite holiday?

did you take my gun?

would you change anything about your life?

what were you really like back then?

do i mean anything to you?

were you ever going to come back for me?

will you call me tomorrow and tell me what happens?

were you lying this whole time?

when will it end?

we're not going to survive this, are we?

did you have to be so mean about it?

would you meet me in my quarters?

is this how you flirt with everyone?

are you always like this?

[tuseririna-deactivated20260203]

Imagine, it's a racetrack. You see how there’s no starting or ending point? You could travel endlessly around those curves. Goes on forever. That’s infinity.

CHRISTOPHER BRINEY as CONRAD FISHER The Summer I Turned Pretty (2022—)

happy birthday @conradfiisher 💙🩷