prisoner219

[prisoner219]

It’s okay. I got you. I got you.

#fightear #tbt. #the way that this will forever scream p & s to me LIKE FNDSJAKFNDSKJFNDSJKFSNFJDKSNFDJKSFKNFJSKFNFJKDNSFJDKNJ.

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#fightear #tbt. #thinkinG ABOUT THIS AGAINFDSJKAFNFDJSAKFNSFDSFSDJKAFNSAFDKSAFDAJSNFDNSAFSJADKFFNDAS.

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late night talks by the earth’s window with a glimpse into what their lives hold in the future.

#tbt. #ANYWAYS!!!! #they are so important to me.

[prisoner219]

Do you only write with one person.....

#anon. #replies. #mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[prisoner219]

it's almost as though sam couldn't face jackson, hot tears licking at his lower lash line as he fights against the storm of emotions that brews within the pit of his stomach. he is at war with himself; plagued by the memories that haunts him from tondc. memories of knowing clarke was going to leave him, and everyone she knows and cares about, behind to be consumed by the flames of the wreckage. his stomach knots at he remembers the bodies; and his nightmares are always the same. "for the past coupl'a weeks now... i keep imagining you and peyton that i'm unburying in tondc." he finally flits his gaze over to his friend, gauging his reaction; afraid what waits. "and it's like, i wake up and i want to go to her, and tell myself that she's okay and she's safe. but i can't. it feels like it's killing me."

his response feels like a cop out. because what others needed and what jack needed were often different things. he could understand sam's need to be brave, to look strong in the face of insurmountable odds that had most of them living with a sense of dread. what bad was lurking around the corner, waiting to hurt them all? "since when am i 'people?' i haven't been around long enough to warrant some honesty?" he removes himself from sam's cot and moves back across the room to where his was instead. "who's in here helping you out of nightmares? i already know you don't have your shit together so just give me some of it. it's what i'm here for."

#fightear #if u see me reuse the same 4 icons..... yes u do im lazy pls love me.

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he doesn't understand her; not like he thought he did. growing up together, practically living together at times, he thought that he understood peyton better than he knew himself. to know her is like reading a book that he can't put down, he wants to get lost in the pages of her life, know every thought that pours to her mind's eye. but the woman that stood before him, with venom laced in the undercurrents of her timbre, and the furrow in her brows as she bites against him. he has seen that expression bleed to the surface of her visage time and time before; he never seen it aimed at him before. "how do you think that it makes me feel?" sam asks, almost breathless with the raw emotions that feels like they are suffocating him and limiting his lungs to air that he needs. "how do you think it felt when you pushed me out of your life when we have always been there for each other? how we would lean on each other, how i fought tooth and nail to get you back; only to see you go to someone else." his brows twitch slightly, hot tears licking at his lower lash line. "who are you going to trust next over me? i don't care that you went to helo, who was a stranger to us. i cared that you pushed me out of your life like it was the easiest thing to do in the world."

in all their lives, neither sam or peyton had ever been cruel. but now, fighting over two people that really had nothing to do with their hurt, they were getting dangerously close. when the truth laid somewhere next to them. this room was the last place they'd been close. it felt almost ceremonial to be back, ready to finish what peyton started that night. "why don't you tell me since apparently you know everything?" chocolate hues flash a repressed wrath, body as hot as the sun; raging with jealousy, ready to burn them both up. there's an instinct to deny that what he's seen with helo is real, but she can't. because it's not. not only that, but it wouldn't be fair. "you know what? i don't even care what you do. get your rocks off however you want with whoever you want. but you might want to remind her that these rooms exist. she doesn't have to mount you where we all can see it."

#fightear #oh bestie he DID IT.

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he wants to ask her why she cares so much that he was with kara, but he knows the truth even if she won't admit to herself. she's hurt; beneath the blurred haze of anger is a sense of jealousy. it's the same heat that he can feel bide in the pit of his stomach whenever he sees peyton and helo standing near one another, because all he can see is the way that helo had her pinned against the walls, his hands over her body. "how long did it take you to run to helo? hm? 'cos it looks like you guys have been at it for a while now."

the accusation hits with a shock, like the clamoring of a crowd she's run into unexpectedly. but peyton remains hard, like steel, unwilling to give sam a reaction. she'd been careful with helo, not wanting to cause pain despite what he might believe now. just not careful enough, apparently. "give me a break." venom seethes from her tone. "what did you do, see us once and decide kara was finally worth the time of day? that's really transparent, sam."

#fightear #why are they Children.

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sam runs a hand down along the side of his tired visage as means to wake himself up, to stop teetering along the edges of what is real and what was just a nightmare that haunts him even in sleep. when jackson starts urging sam to lean on someone, and talk about these dreams he is having, he can't help but look away. shame bleeds to the surface of his features, and his brows knit together slightly; tension wrought in his muscles. "i can't do that, jackson," he sighs out, exhaustion laced in the undercurrents of his timbre. "people want me to have my shit together; they say it gives them hope."

the air is thick with anxiety and the loss sam has pulled himself from. but it wasn't real, and it never was. at least when it came to jack. he lives with a guilt for having been trapped in the mountain, to not have been beside sam as he fought to save people's lives. like he was trained to do. "but i didn't, right? i'm sitting in front of you." he helps mirror the deep breaths he knows his friend needs. "you've got to start talking about some of this stuff. i know you don't want to burden people with it but you can talk to me. it's not too much." if he didn't, jack worries there will be a similar to result to that of peyton. a spiral. a problem that grows from manageable to a disease. "it's never too much."

#fightear #nice nice nice.

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there was an eery sense that someone was following him for quite some time, but sam tried to chalk that feeling up to the fact that there were wandering, cautious, and pitiful gaze that lands on him whenever people find him walking around camp. it isn't until he walks into his room, and hears her voice, when tension bleeds into his muscles, and his jaw grows taut. her accustatory timbre elicits a bitter laugh to drift from his tiers, though it's not genuine as he replies, "surprised that you were able to notice with the way that you and helo are always all over each other in the halls." there's a pointed stare that lands hard and sharp on peyton, as a way to say yeah, take that.

there's been an active evasion from sam that she can't ignore any longer. to the point that @prisoner219 won't even look at her. so, ever the sly fox, peyton watches him and waits until he's like trapped prey; following him into the room he shares with jack, closing the door behind her loudly. "sorry, didn't mean to scare you," she notes sarcastically. his body reads like he was prepared for this somehow, and maybe he has been. "but you didn't leave me much of an opportunity otherwise." she crosses her arms, steps closer to him. it's an uncomfortable closeness they haven't experienced in a long time. she'd force him to speak - willing that soft heart of his to release whatever pent up anger he's been hiding. "what with kara all over you twenty-four-seven and your newfound expertise at avoiding me."

#fightear #tbt. #oh worm oh worm oh worm.

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sam feels as though he has been digging for hours, his fingernails and the fleshy pad of his fingertips bleeding raw with the rough gravel that he claws at, seeing in the distance beneath the rubble jackson's body. but also his parents, maeve, clarke, raven, everyone. until his eyes land on peyton, and find her lifeless beneath large stones as well, covered in the sanguine of her own blood. he feels like he has been wailing and crying for so long, until he is jerked awake by jackson, and sam's wide and frantic eyes land on him, and realize that they are no longer at the wreckage of tondc. jackson is alive, attested by the pat down that sam gives the other to inspect the reality that rests before him. sweat clings his shaggy bangs to his forehead, and he finally levels a gaze with jackson. "i thought.... i thought you died."

"sam… sam!" jack's voice booms louder, arms snaking around his friend as he tries to fight the blond off. it's only once he recognizes @prisoner219 has finally woken up that he pulls back. "you're alright, you're okay." the events at tondc continue to bring a terror to him and now jackson has two best friends reliving their nightmares. for most of his time on earth, jack tried to understand or level out the choices clarke made. but more than the others, this one has a lingering affect that is almost like a plague. it won't release it's grip. hands hold sam's shoulders steady, their eyes connecting. "you're here. it's not still happening."

#fightear #tbt. #yeah i insta replied WHAT OF IT-

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"did you.... with him?" the question hangs thick between he and @fightear, with a knotting anxiety that twists in the pit of his stomach. he chews the inside of his cheek, and he's not even sure if he is allowed to ask this. if she will offer a sliver of herself to him again.

#fightear #tbt. #guess who he is talking about :))))

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@fightear

#edits. #i. countenance ‚ who forgot that supernovas and starlight make nothing but tragedies. #ii. peyton moore ‚ i want to crawl into your chest and kiss everything that you thought i’d hate. #<3 #I LOVE THEM UR HONOR.

[prisoner219]

"we have to be better than we were before. we have to."

independent, private, and selective samuel seelix from the show the hundred, remastered to fit in with hbo. heavily divergent and rewritten from canon writings, so reading background is a must to be able to understand sam's main universe. samuel seelix was locked up in the skybox just before his eighteenth birthday for defending a friend from a rough arresting from a guard on the ark. instead of being floated on his 18th birthday, as the law says, he was sent to earth with a hundred other delinquents like him in a science experiment to see if it was survivable again. but they all quickly come to find out... they are not alone. heavily affiliated with @fightear, they will have priority on this blog.

OTHER BLOG. CARRD. HEADCANONS. EDITS CALL.

#pinned.

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i slept here all night. i couldn't leave you. / jack

sam recognizes the dull throb of a hangover headache that pounds within his skull, wracking him for the decisions and the words that he uttered the night before with the intoxicated state of mind. a hand lifts to his shaggy bangs, tousled from the restless, heavy sleep, and when he throws his legs over the edge of the mattress, he is surprised to feel the heavy weight of a body at lays on his floor. jackson, with a blanket thrown over his body because it was cold that night in arkadia. the warmth of the sun disappears over the mountain when the moon streaks across the sky.

jackson's admittance tugs at sam's heart, a tenderness in their boyhood shared between them. siblings were illegal on the ark, but sam always liked to think that maybe in another life, he and jackson found themselves to be brothers. by choice or blood, he's not sure; all sam knows is that he carries jackson within him where ever he goes. jackson is a part of him, every memory sam has, jackson is there. sam's visage softens from the harsh scrunch he had moments before as he realizes that he was hungover, sobering him slightly with the raw admittance.

"thank you," sam says, timbre cracked and hoarse from sleep still. he winces when he remembers the reason why jackson might have felt compelled to stay; sam's drunken state the night before. sam confessing that he misses peyton. he misses her like he misses an arm; she's a piece of him that he needs. he can't live without her. "i'm okay, though," sam reassures, but he doubts that his friend will believe him. "i just had a little too much of monty's moonshine. i need t' stop after two shots, i swear."

#fatetale #replies. #I LOVE THEM. #this is... after that ONE DRABBLE.

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i thought i'd lost you. / peyton

there's only a handful of times when sam learned the taste of life without peyton; the first time being the skybox. he remembers the ache that carved out his insides when he stared at the empty door of his cell, wondering if peyton was tearing herself up in his absence.. until the day came when he found her among the line up in the cafeteria, and he broke free from the chain of rules just so that he can scoop her up in his arms, embrace her long enough for him to ask her why she was there, before the guards pried them apart. he still remembers that day.

then again when she was taken in by mount weather, unbeknownst to their cruel hands; unless she is. and she's already at the mercy of it. sam fought tooth and nail to get back to her, condemning anyone that stands in his way, because he would be damned if anyone stops him from getting his best friends back. both her and jackson. he remembers the war before breaching the surface of mount weather, the hunger for justice; the desperation in the smoke, chasing out from touch alone to find her.

now they are back at the safety of arkadia, the blossoming promise of hope and a future that is not so war torn. sam holds her to his chest as they lay on a shared medical cot, slipping into each other's arms because what if they let go, and they disappear again? what if the world is cruel enough to make them endure such a torture once more? sam's lips hover above her forehead, where he can see the scrapes and the bruises that blossoms on her pale skin, tender in the way that he holds her. "i thought i lost you too," sam breathes out, her blonde baby hairs on the outline of her visage brushing with the force of his exhale. "never again. alright? promise me."

#fatetale #replies. #:((

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nature series 8/∞

#tbt.

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CHARLIE GILLESPIE as LUKE PATTERSON

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS - 1.08 “UNSAID EMILY”

#i. countenance ‚ who forgot that supernovas and starlight make nothing but tragedies.