Sounds Like Leonov

Here for sci-fi blorbos and blorbinas in mid life crises For All Mankind | Star City | Succession | Silo 1159at1159 on AO3

[carol-esturca]

fuck me did they blow margo out of a fucking window what the fuccccckkkkkkk what kind of car bomb is this

[carol-esturca]

SUICIDE CANCELLED MARGO ALIVE AND RUSSIAN OMG

[carol-esturca]

But killing Molly like that was deeply unserious, there was no reason for her to be in there that day... she was already mostly out of the narrative and happy painting cmon man

[stan-trek]

Someone make a Star City edit to that “the dragon has three heads” TikTok sound where the murderer is Irina the monarch is chief designer and the mad one with the ideas that will change history is Sergei RIGHT NEOWWW 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

[stan-trek]

Like, launching to Mars two years ahead of schedule?

[stan-trek]

Star City 1x02 "A Bear on a Chain"

Chief Designer x Galina

[zodiacsuite]

Maybe for the Sputnik/Brazil series, a beach day? Cocktails on the Brazilian coast? Margo in a red swimmy suit? Sergei making sure her pale ass wears sunscreen? Not sure how much cat you could work in but I have faith 🏖️🐈

(Capybaras instead of cats, I hope everybody can forgive me for this. Russian translations over on AO3, as always.)

Sergei had heard about the beach from a colleague—a stretch of shoreline on the east side of Lago Paranoá where, apparently, a small group of capybaras had taken up permanent residence. It took him almost all week and an unreasonable amount of persuasion to convince Margo they couldn’t wait. They had to go that weekend.

On Saturday, he parked the car under a stretch of trees on the side of the road, already halfway out of his seat before the engine had fully stopped. Margo took her time, gathering her sunglasses and hat while Sergei circled around to the trunk, hoisting a folded parasol onto his shoulder and pulling out the bag he’d packed the night before—towels, sandwiches wrapped in tinfoil, and an absurd quantity of sunscreen.

Margo caught up to him at the start of the path, and she could see the barely contained excitement in the way he walked, half a step ahead of her, glancing back every so often like he needed to confirm she was still following. The path wound down through a stretch of dry brush before opening onto the beach itself, red sand mixed with pale pebbles that crunched underfoot; the lake spreading out wide and flat beyond it.

The beach had an easy weekend feel to it—families camped out on patches of grass, a group of teenagers kicking a ball near the water, a radio drifting from somewhere down the shore, low enough to blend into the background. Sergei’s eyes swept the shoreline methodically and then he stopped walking entirely when he spotted them.

“Look, Margo!” he exclaimed, pointing without quite lifting his arm all the way, as if a sudden movement might scare them off from this distance.

Margo followed his line of sight to where they lay a little further down the beach—ten, maybe twelve capybaras, sprawled in the shade of a tree near a cluster of rocks. Sergei’s whole face lit up at the sight of them, and for a moment he looked exactly like the boy Margo pictured whenever he talked about the nights he spent lying in the grass at his family’s dacha, naming every star he could find.

Sergei set the towels down quickly, dropping to his knees to spread them out before wrestling the parasol into the ground until it finally stood upright, leaning slightly to one side. He was already digging through the bag for his polaroid camera, always his first choice over anything digital. Before Margo had even gotten her sandals off, he was making his way down the beach toward the rocks, crouched slightly at the waist as though that might make him less conspicuous to a group of capybaras that had clearly seen ahundreds of beachgoers before him.

Margo pulled her sundress over her head, folding it and setting it on top of the bag, along with her sunglasses. She glanced around at the other people scattered across the beach, told herself firmly that no one was paying her any attention, and busied herself smoothing sunscreen along her arms while she watched Sergei be utterly absorbed in his mission.

He came back a few minutes later, closer to jogging than walking, with a glint in his eyes and a grin that made him look years younger.

“Margo! Margo, it is incredible! They did not even move!”

She looked up at him, unable to keep the fondness off her face at the sight of him this worked up over dog-sized rodents. “I saw.”

He dropped down onto his towel, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to her lips before he’d even finished sitting down, then unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and tossed it aside.

“Can you get my back?” Margo asked, already holding the bottle of sunscreen out to him.

“Of course.” He took it from her, popping the cap. “This is my favorite part of the beach, you know.”

His hands lingered, tracing slow lines down her shoulder blades that had nothing to do with coverage and everything to do with finding excuses to keep touching her. “Between the two of us, neither this skin—” a light tap at his own forearm, “—nor yours was made for a sun like this. We are a pair of very poor candidates for this hemisphere.”

Margo huffed a laugh. The sun in Brazil made Texas feel mild, and she suspected Iowa was barely worth mentioning in the same breath. So, after months here, Sergei’s skin had settled into a permanent light gold that hadn’t been there when they’d first arrived. Against it, the pale hairs on his arms and chest stood out more now, catching the light every time he moved, and Margo kept catching herself watching.

“And yet here we are.”

“Here we are,” Sergei agreed. “And there is nowhere else I would rather be.”

He finished with one last pass down her spine before pulling her back against his bare chest, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

“Sergei—now all of it’s just going to end up on you.” Margo wriggled halfheartedly against his hold, which did nothing except make his arms tighten slightly.

He laughed and reached up, fingers finding her cheek as he turned her head just enough to kiss her briefly.

“Ах, какая трагедия,” he said, smirking against her skin as he nudged the strap of her red one-piece swimsuit aside just enough to press a kiss there. “I suppose I will simply have to apply more.”

Margo only rolled her eyes. “Turn around,” she prompted, twisting out of his hold and reaching for the bottle herself. “Fair’s fair.”

Sergei obliged without argument, settling cross-legged while she worked the sunscreen across his back, and she found herself lingering too, brushing over a small birthmark on the nape of his neck before tracing two smaller ones lower down that she’d long since memorized.

They spent the rest of the afternoon moving between the water and the shade of the parasol, watching the capybaras do very little of anything from a respectful distance. At some point Sergei propped himself up on one elbow, watching one of them yawn enormously, and said to Margo, “Do you think they would get along with the cats?”

“Нет,” she told him, flat and final. “Don’t even think about it.”

[st4rzzo]

margosergei sketchbook pages i was gonna do a full margo page but then i saw baby sergei and i felt so maternal i just had to draw him

[stan-trek]

Incredible things happening on the Chinese spy app

[princessmo]

blogging away again in tumblritaville

[writergirl23]

September 1983 | October 1991

[lis5664]

Reblogging this again to say that I would ABSOLUTELY give up classified nuclear secrets to save the life of a man who looked at me the way he looks at her in that last gif.

[lesleymanville]

Laura Innes as Rosalind Thurman SILO — 3.01 "Who Are You?"

[stan-trek]

oh my god she's wearing the impeachment fit

[stan-trek]

WHO on here HC'd that Chief Designer was Sergei's friend high up in the Brazilian space program I like you dont go bald

[stan-trek]

“Emma, reach out to Sergei Nikulov, he and his team need to get back here as soon as possible…”

[stan-trek]

Star City 1x01 "The Eyes"

Chief Designer x Galina

[im-on-your-side-always]

sergei ist just too pure for this world 🥺

[isbtwneotsfbous]

they destroyed my lovely collection so i'm gonna make a whole new one for her for us to listen together once i finally get out of the soviet union

[stan-trek]

where tf did senator Silo Thurman go

[timrousbeastie]