#mason weaver imagine

[baby-alien11]

Memories: First time watching Avatar (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

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Jack the champ

Hey Y/N

Since today is a day off

Do you want to come to watch movies?

(ghostface/serpent) princess

Hi Jack

Sure, sounds fun

Just give me twenty minutes to blow dry my hair

Jack the champ

Perfect, I'll wait for you :)

"She said yes", Jack said towards Mason who was there to help him, "She's coming in twenty minutes"

"Let's get evertything ready", Mason exclaimed

Making calls to the hotel's restaurant and a cafeteria nearby, and assuring that the food and bevarages that they ordered will be there, Mason left five minutes before you were supposed to be there, leaving him alone with Butters who was having a nap between the pillows on his bed

Organizing the room, the door was knocked which he was quick to go answer revealing you on the other side wearing a light orange crewneck with black leggings and Corpse Bride no-show socks with black crocs, with your phone, charger and baby dragon Jake in your arms

"Hi", you smiled

"Hi", Jack did the same opening more the door, "Come in"

Since that first date at the amusement part, both of you started to hang out more in different types of dates alone or with the rest of the crew, so spending time in each others rooms wasn't weird

"I hope you don't mind that I ordered something to eat", Jack said closing the door

"It's okay", you assured leaving your phone and charger on the bedside table before sitting on the bed to scratch Butters between his ears, "What movie do you have in mind?"

"Actually I was going to ask you if you had something especific in mind"

"Avatar", you smiled

"Seriously?", Jack joked

"I mean, the only thing I know is that James Cameron is the director, Sigourney Weaver is in it, there are giant blue aliens, and you are in the sequels", you pointed, "And when I go to watch it in december I want to understand what's happening"

"That's fair", Jack granted starting to set up the TV, "Besides I was planning on inviting you to one of the premieres, what do you say?"

"It would be an honor, yes", you exclaimed, "And thank you for inviting me"

"It's going to be a fun event", Jack assured searching the movie and selecting it, "It's going to be Pandora themed and that, and they are going to be excited to meet you?"

"Wait a second, your castmates know about me?"

"Yeah, well I only told the younger cast, more to Trinity who is like my little sister, they think you are cool and sweet, and also my best friends, Romeo and Willa, I hope that is okay that I told them"

"I think you are one of the sweetest boys I've ever met, and yeah, it's fine by me"

Interrupting the moment a bit, the door was knocked at what Jack went to open revealing the hotel staff with the food that he ordered early while you decided to take off your shoes and sit criss-crossed on the bed letting Butters snuggle in your lap

"Hi baby", you said in a small voice giving him belly rubs, "Are you being a good boy today? Yes, you are"

"The menu for our movies date includes two flavors of pizza, pepperoni and supreme, a bowl of french fries, a small salad, two peach iced teas and a chocolate muffin"

"I hope your trainer doesn't give you hell after eating all this", you joked grabbing a french fry to eat it

"After being on a strict diet for four years, I'm finally free to eat everything", Jack joked sitting on the other side of the bed next to you, "But it's going to be a hard training when Josh and Hayley come"

"I won't let you suffer alone, don't worry"

Putting the food on the bed with a towel underneat and grabbing plates and silverware, both of you started to grab food before starting the movie with the logo of the company and a visual of the Pandora forest with the off-voice of Sam Worthington

"So, in order to go to Pandora, they have to put you in cryo for six years?", you asked, "That's how far it is from Earth?"

"Yeah, it's basically in the Alpha Centaury System, which is like more than four thousand light years from Earth"

"Fascinating"

Between eating the food, the movie continued watching the arrival of Jake on the planet and the base of the RDA

"That's Stephen Lang", you exclaimed when the scene in the cafeteria started, "He was in 'Don't Breathe', I love that movie"

"He's my character's dad, he's a really cool guy"

"I'm going need a small spoiler free resume and things I need to know of the next movie after we finish this one"

"I'll do it happily"

The movie continued with more scenes like Jake meeting Norm, Max and what would his avatar be, and the introducing of Grace Augustine

"Sigourney my queen! I love you", you exclaimed again making Jack smile with fun, "Please tell me she's in the next ones"

"She is", Jack nodded not giving the entire information

"As she should", you nodded, "I once wrote an essay about her during high school"

"Really?"

"It was for a Women's History Month on my theater class, we had to choose an actress or singer that made an impact on the industry and was inspiring to us, and I choose Sigourney Weaver and how Ellen Ripley was a pioneer for the final girls of today, like five pages, I was inspired"

"By only the title I hope you got a perfect score"

"A+, and got published on the school newspaper with the other perfect scores"

"If you're okay with it, I would love to read it"

"I'll send it to you later, I have it in my laptop"

"I can't wait to read it"

With both of you smiling, the movie continued with more scenes of Grace discussing with Selfridge, Jake and Norm trying their avatar bodies for the first time

"I love how you can see the happinesss in his face for using his legs after so many time", you commented, "How did they did the effects?"

"Basically they put us in capture movement suits and we also had little dots on our faces that capture all that we do and later they convert us in post-production", Jack explained

"That fact made me love this movie even more"

Continuing with more scenes like Jake meeting Trudy and getting a special assigment by Quaritch, the first explore to the forest of Pandora and Jake getting lost from the group

"Jake is definetaly a himbo", you said while watching him lost at night in the woods, "How, in Pandora, do you think is a good idea to confront not only but two giant animals?"

"That was a very bad idea", Jack laughed

"Absolutely", you nodded, "Wait a minute, who is she?, she's gorgeous"

"That's Neytiri, played by Zoe Saldaña, she's the daughter of the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik, basically like the princess of the Omatikaya"

"I can already say that she's a badass and doesn't accept shit from anyone", you assured, "What is that thing in her arrow? The one that looks like a jelly, it's so cute"

"That are atokirinas, seeds of the Three of Souls, pure spirits"

"Wait a second, is this going to be a forbidden love trope?"

"Yeah, you can call it that"

"That is one of my favorite romance tropes"

More excited because a new storyline was in the movie, you continued to watch it with scenes Jake still lost in the forest, and Neytiri saving him and taking him to the clan

"Forbidden love and forced proximity, this is amazing", you said after Neytiri was ordered to teach Jake the na'vi way

While the movie continued and both of you finished the food, Jack was more focused on your face as you watched the movie and fall in love with the world of Pandora and the characters

"Skxawng", you laughed at the word, "I'm going to call my brother that, wait, did I said it right?"

"It was a perfect pronuntiation, actually"

"Yes!", you exclaimed, "How do you pronounce the other phrase they just said?"

"Oel ngati kameie, it means 'I see you', it means seeing into the other people soul, also serves as a greeting and a way to show respect"

"That is so poetic and beautiful, how do you pronounce it?"

Pausing the movie, Jack started to help you with the pronounciation of the phrase along with the hand movement

"Okay, I think I got it", you sighed after few minutes of learning it

"Let's hear you"

"Oel ngati kameie", you said a bit stiff

"That was good, now a bit more fluid"

"Oel ngati kameie", you repeated more naturally this time and doing the hand movement

"That was perfect"

"Yes!"

In a celebratory action but of you did a double high five, before returning to watch the movie, this time closer to each other

While the movie continued and after finishing the food and putting the empty plates on the desk, Jack decided to start doing a slide show with the most important things for the new movie

"You know, getting an ikran seems fun, except for the almost dying part", you commented now almost laying on the bed with Butters in your chest who was playing with your hair

"Imagine being a child who wants to become a warrior and pass you iknamiya and they tell you 'it's a deadly rite, good luck'", Jack joked causing you to laugh

By the time Jack was almost done with the slide show, the movie was on the part when Neytiri is preparing Jake for him becoming part of the clan

"He's watching her with heart eyes", you smiled

With another scene of Jake being welcomed to the clan, the scene changed to another of Jake and Neytiri running and playing in a flirty way

"They're so in love with each other", you said watching how Neytiri was taking him to the tree, "And that tree is beautiful"

"Is the Tree of Voices, you can hear the voices of ancestors by connecting the neural queue with the tree", Jack explained, now almost laying on the bed with both of your shoulders touching

"Pandora is so beautiful", you exclaimed, "Oh my god! Look how they're holding hands"

More excited, without letting go Butters, you sat more straight to watch how your new favorite fictional couple were being flirty with each other

"There's so much tension between them", you smiled, "She's using her best outfit, claim your man, Neytiri"

From the moment that Neytiri started to mention the women in the clan and Jake responding that he didn't have interest in them you became a giggling mess, which made Jack smile and start to film your reactions

"Yes!", you exclaimed when they started to kiss, which made Butters to jump off your lap to go with Jack, "Oh my god, they're doing the dirty"

At the moment that phrase left your mouth both of you ended up laughing out loud, which made Butters leave again, this time to nap on the couch, and Jack who was still recording, got on video how both of you fell on the bed in between incontrolable laughs

"Can you repeat that? please", Jack asked now focusing both of your faces

"Neytiri and Jake are doing the dirty", you repeated in between laughs before glancing to the tv, "Wait a second, what is happenning?"

Sitting again on the bed, you watched as RDA machines started to destroy the tree and Jake wasn't in his avatar body yet

"No!", you cried at the scene, "Why?"

"Need a hug?"

"Yes please", you nodded before turning to Jack and hug him for a few seconds, before acomodating again, this time laying completely in the bed with one of Jack's arms extended and you using it as a pillow and hugging baby dragon Jake, "I hate the RDA"

"They're the principal villians in the five films"

"Great to know, because everyone of my reviews on letterboxd about all the movies will include a 'fuck the RDA' in it"

Angry at the RDA and intrigued at the road the movie was going, it continued with the aftermath of the destruction of the tree with the omatikaya clan, the RDA arresting Jake, Grace and Norm and taking them to Hell's Gate, and the destruction of the Hometree along with the death of Eytukan

"I'm going to need to talk to James Cameron because it's not normal to suffer this much", you said wiping away the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your crewneck, "Please tell me this has a good ending"

"It has, I promise", Jack assured, a bit worried of your mental health because of the next hour of the movie

With the next minutes of Jake, Grace and Norm being imprisioned and then released by Trudy and Max and got to scape you started to feel a little better, until Grace was shot

"No!", you screamed, "This can't be happening, we were so close to be safe"

Anticipating that tears will start rolling from your eyes again, Jack stretched his other arm to grab the remaining napkins from the lunch and give you one of them before leaving the rest of them on top of his chest so you could grab them when you need it

"He's got a dying instict, I swear it", you sighed after seeing Jake jump on top of the great leonopteryx, "And how every tree is more beautiful than the last?"

"That is the tree of souls, they contact Eywa and their ancestors in there", Jack explained, "It's like the most important tree"

"If the RDA dares to destroy this tree I'm going to go full Loomis mood, even my theater teacher said that I have the 'Loomis look'"

"Really?"

"It was during the rehearsals for 'Carrie: The Musical', I got the role of Chris Hargenssen, the bad girl, and while we were rehearsing the number 'Do me a favor', which is when Chris conviences Billy of helping her to get revenge of Carrie, and after the rehearsal she told me, it was amazing and that she saw the same 'crazy eyes' of my dad during Scream and I felt really good about that compliment, and felt like it made my interpretation better"

"During which year it was?"

"Sophomore, for the Halloween festival, I was fifteen at the time"

"I can't believe that your school aproved to do Carrie"

"The other options were American Psycho, Heathers and Sweeney Todd, and they thought that Carrie was the more apropiate for a school play"

"So, the options were murder, murder, murder and murder?"

"And they choose murder"

Laughing because of that joke, both of you continued to watch the movie showing how they were trying to pass the mind of Grace to her avatar body, without success

"No!", you screamed when Grace stopped breathing, "This can't be more heartbreaking, you told me she is the next movies"

"She is, playing another character"

"Still as iconic?"

"Yes"

"Perfect"

Cleaning your tears with the napkin, the movie continue with scenes of gattering another clans to help, Jake asking Eywa for help, and the battle starting

"Let's go team Pandora and Eywa!", you exclaimed the moment the battle started, "We can do it!"

Excited for what was coming, both of you watched the intense battle between the omatikaya and the RDA, suffering because of Trudy, Tsu'tey and Seze's deaths, and cheering when the animals started to show to help

"Long live Eywa!", you cheered again, "I need a shirt with that phrase"

"It's a catchy phrase"

"Neytiri, go save your man", you exclaimed when Quaritch started to approach the link pod

Almost bitting your nails, if it wasn't for the nail art in your hands, you watched as the final battle was developing between Jake and Neytiri against Quaritch, until Neytiri killed him with two arrows

"Let's go queen Neytiri", you clapped before remembering something, "Oh shit, Jake is dying"

After Neytiri saved Jake, the humans were sent to Earth and Jake passing his mind to his avatar body, ending the movie with 'I See You' by Leona Lewis

"What an amazing movie", you concluded streching to grab your phone to open letterboxd

"What are you going to rate it?", Jack asked watching your phone screen

"Five stars, like and for review 'please give my girl Neytiri some peace, she needs it' and 'fuck the RDA'", you said before submiting it, "And I'm going to put the next four on my watchlist"

"Do you want the things you need to know before the move first or the teaser?"

"The teaser, please"

Finding the teaser quickly, Jack started playing it in his laptop focusing more in your marveled reactions of the scenes showed

"There's you", you exclaimed shaking his arm, "The movie looks incredible, and the fact that everyone involved worked hard for so many years to do the best it makes it better"

Feeling emotional because the appreciation you gave for the next movies, Jack was quick to pull you into a thight hug at what you responded the same way

After the hug ended a few minutes later, Jack took half an hour to explain everything about the next movie at what you paid extreme attention, before continuing with the movie date, at what he choose to watch Riverdale

"You want to watch Riverdale?", you asked in a moved manner

"I mean, you wanted to watch something of what I'm part of, and it's fair that I do the same, besides I've wanted to watch it for a while"

Taking a few minutes to use the bathroom and configure Netflix, and also grab Butters from his spot on the sofa so he could snuggle with both of you, before starting with the first chapter

Jack and Y/N ship club 🚢👫 (melissa, jenna, mason, jasmin, liana, devyn, josh)

mason

GUYSSSSSSSSS

I HOPE EVERYONE IS AWAKE

BECAUSE I HAVE UPDATES

jenna

if it's about the movie date, we already know

melissa

yeah, she told us a few hours ago

but we haven't heard anything from her since that

mason

thankfully for all of you

I have an update

jasmin

mason, you know i love you like a brother...

but can you please hurry up, I'm on a date

devyn

oh yeah!

how's your date going??

jasmin

perfect

she's amazing

we're having so much fun

mason

you know what, I'll just drop the photo

liana

NO FUCKING WAY

jenna

OH MY GOD

melissa

WTF

where did you get that photo?!

jasmin

IT'S HAPPENNING

mason

his mom sent it to me

devyn

they look so cute

i want them together fr

josh

after we knew that they threw up together on their first date, this is normal

liana

that was their bonding experience

melissa

because there's nothing more romantic than throw up next to each other in the same trash can

i swear that these two are perfect for each other

jasmin

it's thanks to you that they are at this point

you pointed the empty seat and they started to talk

liana

melissa, you need to be the maid of honor at their wedding

melissa

if they get married she's going to choose her sister as maid of honor

but you know who has to be the best man

mason

mason

absolutely

i'm the best man right now helping him with the dates

josh

don't you think it's a bit weird we're shipping and thinking of the wedding of two people who are not together yet

jenna

no

jasmin

no

liana

no

melissa

no

devyn

no

mason

no

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion scream #jack champion imagine #jack champion x you #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic #avatar

[captainofthetidesbreath]

So, Colin has proficiency in one set of artisan's tools because the Battle Master subclass grants that, and I'm just looking at the list of tools and imagining which one it could be:

Alchemist's Supplies

Brewer's Supplies

Calligrapher's Supplies

Carpenter's Tools

Cartographer's Tools

Cobbler's Tools

Cook's Utensils

Glassblower's Tools

Jeweler's Tools

Leatherworker's Tools

Mason's Tools

Painter's Supplies

Potter's Tools

Smith's Tools

Tinker's Tools

Weaver's Tools

Woodcarver's Tools

I'm not offering suggestions on which it is. I just want everyone to know he has proficiency in one of them and think we should all take time to go down this list thinking about that.

#The Ravening War #TRW spoilers #Dimension 20 #d20 things #Colin Provolone #trw things

[hrodvitnon]

(inspired by the calendar asks)

The gang's following through with a hilarious yet genius money-making idea from the minds of businesswoman Maia Simmon and the photographer Mason Weaver: slutty themed calendars. The titans were getting all dolled up for the shoot (by which I mean getting dressed in various degrees of slutty costumes). The theme? Historical. Honoring the congruent histories of Titans and humans. The titans were the main focus, obviously- but the Monarch staff would be accompanying them as either supporting or background actors. As of right now; only Ichi, San, and Ni were ready to go- dressed as what Maia dubbed the Gold Triumvirate. Each was wearing a Roman-themed outfit of flowing red capes, golden wreath crowns, shoulder togas that make zero attempt to hide their fantastic abs, the equivalent of a see-through red rag as a skirt (ones that would 1000% reveal everything underneath with just the right lighting), and sandals.

Ichi: This is fucking ridiculous.

Maia: Hm. Figured you'd like the crown.

Ichi: Crowns' not the fucking problem. It's everything else. Not even historically accurate! Who would wear these??

Ni: Oh, I dunno, maybe someone trying to get 5 champion gladiators to notice them at a function?

Ichi growls deeply at Ni. Ni's testing the movement afforded to him by the outfit while San's admiring his cape.

Ni: I gotta say, though, insane that people actually get paid for this. I mean, what? Pose in front of that device a few times and we make bank? Why didn't we do this sooner?

San: Cuz we never thought like that! Imagine all the cash we coulda been getting by tapping into human sexuality! Fuck it, screw money; imagine how much fun we'd have taking mates back then like we are now!

He accentuates by planting a kiss on Maia's cheek. Ichi visibly cringes and snorts in annoyance. Ni just chuckles.

Ni: Y'know, any other day I'd trash you for being a soft bitch for nuzzling up to a little fleshy toy like her- but the longer I spend down amongst humans, the more I actually find myself starting to agree a tad...

Maia: Uhh- is that a compliment?

Vivienne: Maybe, maybe not- but what it is is definitive proof that our coexistence campaign is working! Getting other humans on the coexistence/titanfucking train again is important- but it's gotta go both ways. Getting 2/3rds of Ghidorah on our side is huge for us!

Maia: You're correct. Now all that's left is the sour puss that's the last third.

Ichi: Y'know what, asswipes? F-

He stops himself when he feels his scales start to heat up a bit. He sits back down on a nearby chair and plants his chin in his palm.

Ichi: Ugh- nevermind.

The group doesn't really have the time to focus on the outburst as Rodan, Mothra, and the Skullcrawlers walk through the doors. Rodan's in feathery tribal wear that only seems to accentuate his musculature, the crawlers are all only wearing loincloths and elaborate necklaces, and Mothra's in a low-hanging kimono cut at the thigh and neck that makes basically everything very visible.

Vivienne: Holy mother of-

Rodan: Yeah hah hah~ do I look good or do I look good?

Vivienne instantly bum-rushes right past Rodan and to Mothra.

Mothra: Hey... Gosh this thing is so loose- do I look good?

Vivienne: You partially blinded me on your way in.

Mothra: That a good thing?

Vivienne: The gods made you to ruin me.

Mothra: Ok... probably a good thing given the drool.

Rodan: Awww- I look good too, right??

Ni's throws an arm around Rodan's head and holds him in a playful headlock.

Ni: Aww- of course you do, little bird! Ya look like you're just itching to have someone ravage you.

While Rodan fights back against Ni's play-fighting, the door swings open again and out comes Shimo and Kong. Kong's dressed in Iwi wear cut to accentuate his chest and leg muscles, and Shimo's wearing some very breezy armor and fur meant to make her look like a viking lost half her clothes.

Vivienne: I'm gonna have a heart attack before we're done here.

Maia, Andrews, Ilene, Ling, & Mason: Saaaaaaaaame.

Mothra: Hey, where's Goji? Wasn't he with-

Kong: He was- having some trouble with his outfit. There were a lot of strings to tie...

Maia: Ah- right. Probably shoulda thought that through-

Then, the door opens one last time as the large form of Godzilla steps out. Like Kong said, the entire outfit is very stringy. Like Ghidorah, he's got a crown- only his is decorated with myriad sea-stones (sadly fake, but still convincing). He's dressed in what historians assume the Kings of Atlantis would dress in, only lacking a top and barely any bottoms to speak of. An aqua cape drapes over his shoulders and his hair is in a ponytail behind his head. As soon as he walks in and sees everyone in their costumes- his eyes go wide. They dart from Viv to Mothra to Kong to Shimo to Ghidorah to Rodan to the Crawlers, on and on until he's blushing fiercely. Everyone looks at him and does the exact same.

Godzilla: Holy-

Vivienne: Fucking-

Godzilla: Shit.

Looks like Mason's gonna need to get the shooting completed soon before another Infant Island orgy ensues with so much concentrated Bi Panic in one location...

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #in the footsteps of shamhat #monsterfuckery #spicy~!

[transgenderer]

Since you’ve been talking alot about hunter gatherers vs sedentary agriculturalists, do you have any thoughts on nomadic pastoralism?, especially two competing theories on how they started?

The one I think I originally hearing somewhere goes like: people used to travel nomadically following the herds as they traveled the landscape with the weather/seasons, they competed with other predators for prey and started “ protecting” the herds, they slowly began to domesticate the sheep/goats/cattle? and started controlling where they went.

The other one: pastoralism is a form of specialization that arose in response to sedentary mostly-plant based agricultural systems, similar to masons and weavers and carpenters and other specialists that arose with “ society” separate from the grain farming masses, they just specialized in milk/meat/wool? output.

The latter I find intriguing because it would make nomadic pastoralist communities analogous to say, ashkenazi and Romani communities in medieval Europe, or arguably Amish today, where a distinct ethnic community isn’t separate from majority society but rather has a distinct, narrow and clearly separate role within it. Which Isn’t how I normally I think of them, though it matches what I remember reading somewhere about nomads and sedentary agriculturalists trading with and relying on each other for a well rounded diet in… I think the Sahel? Or maybe the horn of Africa?

Just realized what I wrote was very old world centric so imagine I mentioned new-world-camels alongside sheep and goats, and mentioned potatoes and quinoa alongside grains

hmm, i dont think the latter could be true? i mean, there are nomadic pastoralist only societies right? like the people of the asian steppe. i mean some of those did a bunch of raiding etc but i think the early ones didnt? or like...the bedouins. there are a lot of of nomadic pastoralist societies! i guess they could have split off sedentary ag societies and then become independent? but still. very different from subcommunities or like specialities

[sabakos]

Imagine hearing about a murderer killing an innocent family (including babies and household pets) and then uncritically believing the lies they told to justify the murder. If it were some crazy guy with a switchblade like Richard Ramirez you would immediately understand “this justification is a lie, and no story could justify the evil actions he took” but because it’s the US government you’re super willing to lick boots and buy whatever they sell you.

Even accepting your narrative and saying the Weaver’s all deserved to die, there are still countless other examples of the government harassing and stealing from those who attempt to live off grid. The laws against hunting or collecting rainwater or even building property are still on the books.

Simply put, if anti-civ people could live off grid, they would live off grid. But because they are unable to do so, they have become radicalized. You cannot provide an alternate explanation for this

Plenty of people live off the grid, anon. Ted K couldn't figure it out because he's a theoretical mathematician but it's not hard. The ones who do poorly are the ones who make that decision because the feds are already after them. Or they're running a sex cult. Or they decide that "off the grid" doesn't involve giving up that lucrative weapons trade. This is all well documented, of course.

If you actually wanted to live off the grid there's nothing stopping you from moving to Alaska and living far enough from Anchorage or Juneau that no one fucks with you. Or if that's too cold try the Ozarks? West of the 65 in Kentucky no one fucks with you either. Many such cases. Uncle Sam is supremely uninterested in your mason jar collection.

Im guessing this is all hypotheticals for you though? Given the fact that you're spending your Friday nights pissing yourself about the feds in a Tumblr catboy's inbox rather than chopping firewood, I somewhat doubt your commitment to roughing it.

[spilledreality]

On Joanna Newsom:

...So did they retire to Moorcrest, historied estate of Beachwood Canyon in the City of Angels, fallen from Krotona’s garden—replacing (for instance) an earlier Astor, Astor not by birth or marriage but dream and moxie, a surname war-roomed with the Paramount chief and the local whisper-weaver (not welcome, for instance, among the redwoods of Boho)...

Krotona was to be its West Coast jewel, nestled amidst the glamour and greenbacks of a not-yet-goldbricking Hollywood, a Roaring Twenties predecessor to the wedgwood blue of the Pacific Command Base at 4833 Fountain (known more casually among Operating Thetans as Big Blue). Heineman drew the first sketches, the same Arthur who, like the many touring bands that followed him, selected San Luis County for its midway sitch atween San Fran and Lotusville, thus building the world’s first motel off 101 North. The area was chosen for its temperate climate, its virgin magnetic conditions, and its ease of access; but what draws one draws many—desires being, as they are, socially learned and evolutionarily inherited from shared stock and shared situation—Thus, they found, like many Angelanos, the town’s stock reducing to something more common (“Los Demonios”) and at last departed to more pastoral surrounds: a new Shangri-La, the once-Chumash Ojai dressed in Normandy fashions as the Taormina hood.

Another singer had fantasized the house a hundred years prior, had imagined its layout in magic specificity for the “rote” builders that followed. Her memories of travel informed its hybrid of Christian, Islamic, and Hindu design: Marie Russak had spent some time in Tamil Nadu, with a view of the Adyar River’s ox-led plows and palm trees. Did she see Los Angeles in the shimmering reflections of fronds on water, rippling like the curls of her hip-length hair? Marie’d been born in the first Indian summer of the postbellum, had studied music at the Mill and specialized in Wagner before her own ceremony (in satin faille with mousseline de soie and pointe d’aiguille lace was she lambent in pearls). Then a Theosophist and devotee-assistant to HiS Majesty Olcott, was initiated into the co-ed Masons, rising to its Provisional Supreme Council of the West Hemisphere on the fall of Paris to Hitler. Helios, they called her, Lady Helios. Now her text-trace survives in Helios Drive (the event lives only in print); she slipped off her gloves as she’d donned them, at the end of an epoch-making war. She’d come to believe in the spirit’s transcendence, “the lodger within me, larger than me”—in a hierarchy of body and soul, purification from mud.

The structures she left behind, upon spirit’s ascent? “Leaded stained-glass windows, copper and marble baseboards, custom cabinetry, hand-painted frescos and elaborate mosaic tiles.” Light floods its glassy atrium, darkness its stony grotto near the old lotus pond. Was the pool once Charlie’s sea-sim piscina, Caribbean sand and water saline, before his breakaway to shortened time horizons?

Now Joanna sits under the eaves where veggie ‘phists compared a day’s keynotes—Methods for Discerning Human Aura, and After-Death Experiences of Soldiers Killed in Battle. She’s just a California girl—raised in gold-rush country NorCal sure but planted now in Sur—but her penchant for layers (does Paul’s sirened short film attest) is decidedly Eastern in orient. Raise a Peach Melba and clink your grails in toast, King Fisher, “dear Mr. Smith,” for the mill churns eternal return on the waterway, bound to the wheel, round and round, again and again—a sense of cycles from the tomb of the womb to the womb of the tomb, amidst cypress trees and sun-bleached stone and chaliced poppies flamed to red...

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#joanna newsom #marie russak #mary astor

[deeisace]

John Isles what in the goddamn fuck

He was a stone mason, lived in Northowram, and says he wr born in Farsley or Calverley, but the only John Isles’s born in the right decade or round abouts were born either in Northowram itself or in somewhere called Acaster Malbis

Farsley is 10 mile from Northowram, Calverley the same, and Acaster Malbis is 40 mile

But if he were born in Northowram, why’d he say he wr born 10+ mile away?

Unless his family wr from there, maybe

The Acaster Malbis lot was all farmers (and a fisherman) from Naburn (thank you to the record writers of 1794), and tbh I’d discount them based on distance in any case - being farmers, unlikely to travel even that distance in the 1790s/1800s, and tho I spose they might given good enough reason I can’t imagine what that might be

The Northowram records are not so comprehensibly wrote, so let’s track down Henry Isles (father of Dorothy, John and Nathaniel, born in different years but baptised on the same day)

He was a weaver from Ovenden, which is even further away from Farsley than is Northowram, and there’s too many Sarah Hitchen’s to find out where his wife was from

Well. I spose this is a mystery left unsolved (without a train ticket and a time machine).

#genealogy

[marvelbbyx]

I’ve been really sad lately, so I’m gonna use it to be constructive and write an angst fic with one of these bbys.

#brie larson #captain marvel #carol danvers #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel x reader #mason weaver x reader #mason weaver imagine #mason weaver #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine

[helloalycia]

it matters // mason weaver

summary: communication was never mason weaver's strong suit, and it may just be the reason for your relationship's demise.

warning/s: mentions of drowning and implied death.

author's note: i don't know what this is lmao i'm sorry, it's literally been in my drafts for a year

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"Do you even love me, Mason?" I asked, my voice hard and impatient.

"Does it matter?" she retorted, exasperated.

My expression softened hopelessly. "It's the only thing that matters. At least, to me it is. I guess I was wrong for thinking it mattered to you, too."

I turned around, swallowing down the lump in my throat because I was adamant on not shedding a tear in front of this girl who didn't seem to give a shit about me.

"Y/N, wait," she called, soon grabbing my arm and pulling me towards her.

"I don't have time for this anymore," I snapped, yanking my arm away from her grasp. "This constant back and forth. You don't care, Mason. You've made that much obvious."

Her hazel eyes darted between mine, lost and trying to keep up with my words. I hated that I couldn't stop admiring how beautiful she looked, even when she was unknowingly breaking my heart.

"I do care," she said, surprising me with her certainty. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"That's funny," I said, smiling dryly, "since that's all you've managed to do."

She frowned, her jaw clenching.

"I've gotta go," I said, breaking our eye contact. "I should check on Brooks' injuries."

She didn't try to stop me this time, as I turned around and walked away from her, trying my very hardest to ignore the ache in my chest.

Houston Brooks, my fellow geologist and researcher on the trip, was sat on a tree trunk, messing around with the bandage on his shoulder when I approached him. He caught my gaze, obviously about to admit defeat and ask for my assistance, but my face must have looked dreadful since his expression softened.

"Come on, I'll replace your bandage," I said, sitting beside him and grabbing some bandages from the rucksack beside us.

"What happened?" he asked, forgetting about his injury.

I shook my head, focusing on removing his bandage. He'd got a piece of shrapnel stuck in his shoulder from the helicopter crash, and since moving to the Iwi natives camp that Marlow showed us, we were able to properly take a look at it. Thankfully, there wasn't too much damage, but at this rate, if we couldn't get home soon, he could get a serious infection.

"It was Weaver, wasn't it?" he continued, making me swallow the lump in my throat. He seemed to take this as confirmation, as he sighed. "I knew she was trouble. You always looked so upset around her. Surely she can't think she can just waltz onto this expedition and hurt you like she is."

"I'm okay, Brooks," I told him, forcing a small smile. I finished replacing his bandage and sat back. "I'm keeping my distance. She's made herself very clear. I need to forget her and focus on trying to survive through this."

Brooks nodded, resting a hand on my lap and squeezing my knee gently. "It sucks. I'm sorry. I wish I could do something."

"It's minor compared to that," I said, nodding to his shoulder. "And to everything happening right now. It's stupid and I shouldn't get caught up on it. We might not even make it off this island and I'm crying over a girl. It's dumb."

"You're only human," he reasoned. "You're focusing on the less stressful things in times of panic. It's normal."

"Well, not anymore," I told him, standing up and clearing my throat. "Come on. I think we can help Conrad with the boat."

Brooks nodded and stood up, giving me a small supportive smile. I appreciated his kindness, returning the smile. The two of us headed through the camp, passing the many Iwi natives who were kind enough to let us ride it out here until we got our shit together.

Spotting the boat docked that Conrad and Marlow were working on, the two of us approached it, myself ready to accept the distraction. Only, that immediately backfired when a blonde head poked over the edge of the boat, staring across at me.

"You sure you'll be okay?" Brooks asked, glancing at me with a raised brow.

I nodded, licking my lips and straightening up. "Yeah. We gotta work together if we're to get out of here, right?"

"Right," he agreed, but he definitely noticed the hesitance in my words. I didn't blame him, because he was right.

As soon as my eyes locked with Mason's deep brown ones, I knew I was screwed.

–

"You're pretty quiet back here, everything okay?"

I looked up, tearing my eyes from the river, and saw Conrad watching me with a concerned expression.  

"Yeah, I'm just thinking," I said, before looking back out to the river we were sailing down.

Conrad invited himself to sit beside me. "We should reach Packard's location soon. Then we can get the hell out of here."

I nodded, leaning in the palm of my hand on my knee. "I know."

I could feel Conrad's eyes boring into the side of my head, so I turned and met his gaze, wondering what he wanted really.

"I don't want to pry, but I've noticed the... tension, let's say, between yourself and Weaver," he spoke quietly, since the boat was small and Mason was sat literally a few feet behind us. "I don't know either of you very well, but I feel like you have history."

"It's nothing," I assured him, though I didn't sound very convincing.

I looked back out to the river, absentmindedly following the way the water would flow towards the boat and lap against the wood with a gentle splash.

"You're in love with her," he spoke gently, certainly.

I clenched my jaw, annoyed because he was right. "I don't want to be."

"She's in love with you, too. We can all see it. She wants to be with you."

I shook my head, squeezing my hand into a fist to contain my anger. "She doesn't know what she wants. That's her problem."

Conrad sighed. "I think she knows. She's just bad at communicating it."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't need to make excuses for her."

He chuckled. "I can see that. You seem to have your mind all made up about her."

I didn't respond, instead opting to glare out at the water. He patted me on the shoulder before standing up and leaving me to my corner of the boat. I stayed there for the remainder of the journey to the other side of the island, until we had to get off so we could find Packard and the others.

"He should be here...," Conrad mumbled with agitation, looking around at the clearing where we had docked our boat.

"He could still be walking towards us," Mason said, before nodding to the trees. "Let's meet him halfway."

Conrad seemed unsure at first, looking between where we were stood and the trees ahead. But finally, he nodded and looked to us all.

"Everyone okay with that? Whoever wants to wait here can wait," he said, looking between us.

Nobody spoke, so he took that as an okay. His eyes lingered on Brooks before he moved forward and took the gun off him. He turned to me and held it out. I accepted it, though a puzzled expression was on my face.

"No offence, but you're most likely to shoot one of us than an enemy," Conrad explained to Brooks, who agreed with embarrassment. Conrad looked to me questioningly. "You alright using that?"

"As good as the average person is at shooting a rifle, yeah," I said, pulling the strap over my head and holding the gun to my chest.

"Er, Conrad, is that the best idea?" Mason spoke up, stepping forward and looking between him and I.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Marlow jumped up and down beside us, stopping anyone from answering.

"Are we going or not? The longer we wait, the less time we have to get out of here!" he shouted impatiently.

"He's right," Lin, my other colleague and fellow biologist said. "I don't like this one bit, but we need to find the others so we can leave."

Conrad nodded, giving me a look of encouragement before looking to an uncertain Mason. "She'll be fine. Hopefully she won't have to use it. Now come on. We've got to find Packard."

He didn't wait for her to respond, as he raised his own gun before leading us all forward. Mason, who was trying to find my eyes with her own, stayed standing until I breathed out and walked right past her, ignoring the goosebumps on my skin as my arm brushed hers.

The air was tense as we followed Conrad through the trees, our attention dead set on our surroundings. The last time we voyaged this forest without concern, we lost a member of our expedition and one of Packard's soldiers. Kong and the Skullcrawlers weren't the only threats to us.

As we were creeping through the trees, Conrad raised his hand suddenly, making us all halt in our stance. It took a few seconds, but then I heard it. The crunching sound, like feet on sticks and leaves. It was hard to tell whether it was from people or predators, and my heart pounded in my chest the longer we waited.

Conrad waved his hand back, signalling for us to back up slowly. I realised I was holding my breath out of fear when I struggled to move at first. Gulping in a deep breath, I took a few steps back, lowering my gun and following Conrad's orders.

The crunching noise stopped, making us all pause. I looked around, trying to make out a figure or shadow of whatever was ahead of us, but I couldn't see anything. It was just trees and foliage disguising whatever was there.

A clicking noise sounded loudly before us and I stepped back out of habit, as someone stepped out in front of us. Mason, who was stood beside me, stepped back, too, but was still stood in front of me, her arm held out over me protectively. It was ironic, since I was the one armed with a gun and she only had her camera.

"Packard," Conrad breathed out with relief, lowering his gun and guard.

I released the breath I was holding and stood up straight when I saw it was just Packard and his men. Mason lowered her arm and glanced at me with concern, but I merely rolled my eyes and stepped away from her. She had no right.

–

"Weaver!"

My heart dropped when I heard Conrad yelling for Weaver, his voice strained with concern. I followed his gaze and saw Mason landing in the water, falling from the crumbling cliff she was stood on.

"No... no...! Mason!" I shouted, tears blurring my vision.

Fuelled by pure adrenaline, I raced towards the water, convinced I would do anything I could to get her back. She wasn't going to die like this, she couldn't!

By the time I reached the bank of the river, I stopped, looking up at the vast ape before me – Kong. The beast's eyes looked down to me and I felt my heart beating erratically in my chest. He kneeled down, stretching his hand out, to reveal Mason. I held my breath out of fear and amazement, watching as he lowered Mason onto the ground, before he stood up and walked away.

Not hesitating a second longer, I dropped by Mason's side and scanned her face, seeing the lifelessness she possessed. I leaned down, ear to her face, hoping to feel her breath from her nose, but I wasn't sure I could feel anything at all.

"No, no, come on, Mason, you have to wake up," I begged, swallowing hard before beginning the process of CPR.

I did three chest compressions before giving her mouth to mouth. As I returned to the chest compressions, I felt my own chest squeezing together and my stomach curling up in pain. I wasn't prepared for the worst, and I was terrified it was coming.

I breathed air into her mouth again, before returning to the chest compressions.

"Don't leave me," I got out between sobs, eyes glued to hers in hopes she would open them. "Not like this, Mason."

I leaned down and gave her mouth to mouth again, only to feel her shudder beneath me. I moved back and watched as she spluttered carelessly, trying to breathe, but unable to because of the water in her lungs.

I helped her sit up, making it easier for her to cough out the water. I patted her back gently as she did, trying to blink out the rest of my tears so my vision was clearer.

"You're okay," I told her, smiling with relief. "You're okay. Just take your time."

She took some deep breaths carefully, clutching onto me tightly as she tried to regain herself. Her eyes found mine and I thanked God there and then that He brought her back to me. I didn't want to ever live another day without looking into her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She looked overwhelmed, her skin pale and her wet hair stuck to her forehead, but she still looked beautiful. And I knew why she was apologising.

"Forget that," I told her, pulling her in for a hug. I closed my eyes, squeezing her tightly, afraid she'd be gone if I let go.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close and nodding slowly. We pulled away when we heard Kong roaring in the distance, beating his chest loudly and shaking the ground. The two of us looked out, past the river, seeing him retreating back into the forest.

"He saved your life," I said, my voice shaking. "And you saved ours." I looked to her, to see she was already looking my way. "Thank you."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She still seemed startled at the fact that she almost drowned.

"You can't leave me like that," I said, shaking my head and squeezing her hand gently. "Please don't leave me."

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead before pulling me into her arms. I accepted the hug, closing my eyes as I realised that no matter what happened between us, I'd always come back to her.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I should have said it. It matters."

"I know you do." I pulled away, meeting her glassy eyes. "I know."

She smiled regretfully. "I should have said it."

"You just did," I told her, returning the smile, though it was with a heavy heart. "I love you, too, Mason."

She continued to smile, nodding her head as more tears rolled down her cheeks. I pulled her back into my arms, knowing we'd have to get up and get to the boat any minute. But not right now.

Right now, I had her back and that was enough.

#mason weaver x you #mason weaver x reader #mason weaver #kong skull island #kong skull island imagine #mason weaver imagine #brie larson x reader #brie larson imagine

[capcarolsdanver]

Masterlist

Figured it was about time I put this together to make it easier to find certain fics rather than having to scroll through all of my writing! Check out my AO3 account if you’d like to subscribe to my account and be notified when I post anything new!

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Last Updated: 21/1/2021

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Carol Danvers The Party Interruptions Movie Night Safe Ghost (Part 1) | (Part 2) Faking It (Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) | (Part 4) Arms Up A Christmas Carol

Kate (Tanner Hall) Flirt Not You Power** Crush

Mason Weaver Promise

Envy Adams Backstage

Peter Parker Training

Brie Larson The Endgame Home Comfort FaceTime Woah The Bookstore Insecure Hanahaki Why Her? (Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) | (Part 4)

#masterlist #brie larson x reader #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #avengers x reader #tanner hall x reader #mason weaver x reader #envy adams x reader #tom holland x reader #spiderman x reader #brie larson imagine #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel imagine #peter parker imagine #avengers imagine #tanner hall imagine #mason weaver imagine #envy adams imagine #tom holland imagine #spiderman imagine #brie larson #carol danvers #peter parker #tom holland #captain marvel #spiderman #mine

[nanobyting]

i find it so funny how hudson was giving all these hints that adler has done something questionable during the confrontation scene, right in front of mason and woods, but these 2 were so blind with their anger and wanting to beat hudson down HAHAHA

JUST MASON BEING LIKE ‘THAT’S WHAT YOU DO BEST, HUDSON, ISNT IT? MANIPULATE PEOPLE! TELL THEM YOUR OWN VERSION OF THE TRUTH’ AND ADLER IS RIGHT THERE, WHO, IN MY OPINION, IS EVEN WORSE AND THE BEST MANIPULATOR THERE IS

#ramblings #maybe im not remembering bo1 correctly #but i dont think of hudson as someone who manipulates AT ALL #he seems to tell it pretty straight #and he seems like a horrible liar bc he just goes poker face when he doesnt wanna say something HAHAHA #OR HE GETS ALL PETTY LIKE THIS #being all 'ADLER KNOWS ALL ABOUT THAT >BI ... DONTCHA RUSS.' #i also think its funny how much mason dislikes hudson considering everything hudson has done for him #1) believing in him and knowing he wasnt a traitor #2) fucked off to south africa for a couple years together with weaver #3) when mason's wife died his own family took in david whenever mason was on deployment #i bet mason dislikes hudson bc they got stir crazy living together #hahaha meanwhile weaver is dealing with a zombie apocalypse #if he was here with hudson i can only imagine what he'd say #weaver has to be close with the mason family too im willing it #uncle weaver #david gets to hear all these fun stories from funky uncle trio #of course woods and weaver get along #weaver is the mediator between woods and hudson whenever they're all together #david reciting their famous lines with a twist #david eyeing the last cake in the store: you see that cake? ...... WE'RE GONNA TAKE IT #alex: sigh #david washing the dishes: we can do this all day... WE'VE GOT PLENTY OF DISH SOAP [pretends he's drowning dishes] #weaver: HAHAHA

[hrodvitnon]

The First Gods Oneshot

You mentioned you would be interested in reading it, so I'm happy to announce that I've started to work on the informed!Monarch oneshot, under the tentative title of "The First Gods," in what I think I'll call the Symbiosis timeline. It's still rough and in its first draft stages, but here's a preliminary snippet:

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Colonel Preston Packard sat down on the crate in front of William Randa, and pulled out a pistol.

  “You are going to tell me everything I don't know…”

  He aimed the pistol at the scientist, who had gone very still.

  “...or I'm gonna blow your head off.”

  Randa sighed.

  “Better to tell everyone at once. Let’s go down to your men?”

  The colonel’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but he nodded. Keeping Randa at gunpoint, Packard walked them both down the grassy slope towards the shore of the river, where the other survivors were waiting.

  “Everyone, on me! The scientist has got some explaining to do!”

  The survivors gathered into a rough semicircle around Randa and Packard. Randa turned, looking at the assembled group.

  “Monsters exist.”

  “No shit,” Packard deadpanned.

  “I work for an organization called Monarch. Monarch was founded with the original purpose of studying Massive Unidentified Terrestrial Organisms, MUTOs, but that mission changed when we found out why humanity was really here.”

  “What do you mean?” the colonel asked. Randa smiled, but there was no warmth in his expression.

  “Humanity’s not the masters of the planet. We never have been. The only reason our species isn’t extinct, the only reason we’ve been allowed to grow this much, is that the Queen of the Monsters thinks we’re cute, and convinced the King to get all of the other ones to avoid us if possible.”

  Packard snorted.

  “Oh, and she told you this herself, did she?”

  Randa slowly rolled up his left sleeve, revealing a thin sliver of something embedded in his arm, glowing blue. He tapped it twice, and the glow pulsed before dark vein-like spider web patterns began to ever-so-slowly grow from it under his skin.

  “Yes, Colonel. When we found an ancient temple in China and accidentally woke her up, she did in fact tell us. Ever since then, Monarch’s purpose changed: We’re the go-betweens. We’re the diplomats between humanity and the Titans, beings so far above us they might as well be gods.”

  Packard sneered incredulously, glancing around at his men.

  “You hear this shit?”

  Randa smiled sadly and sighed, drawing the colonel’s angry eyes back to him.

  “Why don’t we get the ‘proof’ bit out of the way, so I can talk without needing to try and convince you of every little thing I say. Go ahead, unload that whole gun at me.”

  Preston Packard’s face twisted, then six gunshots rang out, rapid-fire.

  And six deformed disks of metal dropped to the ground, the bullets flattened against a shield of shimmering blue-green light that twisted around Randa’s body. The soldiers’ eyes went wide with shock.

  “There are benefits to regularly interacting with Titans, Colonel. Believe me now?”

---

“The true purpose of this expedition was to determine why the two Titan rulers of this island had gone silent. We’ve been trying to get through the storm for years to find out, since none of the other Titans capable of ferrying us here would make the time to take us. They think of checkups in terms of decades and centuries, not weeks and years. And seeing who we ran into, I think I know why this place went silent.”

  “Oh?” Mason Weaver asked, still partly in shock from the crash earlier in the day. San Lin, James Conrad, Hank Marlow, and Houston Brooks were all sitting there on the riverbank as Randa brought them up to speed on what he’d previously told the military folk.

  “Yes. You see, that Kong that brought down our helicopters? That was a child.”

  Dead silence.

  Randa could see the moment the implications sank in for each and every one of his listeners. He could almost imagine the thoughts of those who hadn’t been in the know: ‘Oh God, they get BIGGER?’

  “Well, more a teenager, I suppose. But anyways, I’m fairly sure that Kong is the child of the two Titans we were looking for, and that he was orphaned before they could teach him about Monarch. The bombing’s a bit of a ritual, you see. While we were using it for a seismic survey this time as well, it’s usually to flush up a bunch of skullcrawlers for the Kongs to exterminate. Those damn lizards hide down there in the tunnels, and can get pretty nasty if their population’s not kept under control,” he continued.

  “Wait wait wait,” Mason Weaver interrupted. “Why did you keep these… these Titans a secret? Why? You’ve known about them for years! The people deserve to know!”

  Randa smiled sadly.

  “Miss Weaver, as a photojournalist you may not believe in the saying, but for the vast majority of humanity, ignorance is indeed bliss.”

  Predictably, she scoffed. Randa continued.

  “The existence of Titans, just the fact that they’re real, has been enough to drive people insane. We’ve been working on the issue — we’re publishing children’s books that encourage the idea that monsters and humans can coexist, we’re pushing the ideas of open-mindedness and tolerance further and further in every culture, and we’ve partnered with just about every government around the globe to set up secret emergency procedures just in case. But the world just isn’t ready yet. Maybe in a few decades, but not yet.”

  “‘Tolerance’ may be a bit difficult for the colonel,” Conrad cut in, keeping his voice low. “He’s determined to get revenge for his men.”

  Randa smiled, unworried.

  “I called for backup when I activated my shield. The Queen will have felt it, and will have sent someone to pick us up — Monarch has agreements regarding favors and emergencies. A few more hours, and whoever it is should be here. A day at the latest, if the only ones available are aquatic. If the colonel’s truly that stubborn, recommend setting a trap, it should delay him long enough.”

 ---

(Whether the shield is tech derived from studying the Titans with their permission, or something more spiritual that Mothra granted to Randa is left ambiguous for now. The story will quickly move away from Skull Island to the wider world, showing Monarch's new ideals through a series of snippets.)

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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OHOHO! I like what I'm seeing so far and looking forward to the rest once it's ready, thanks so much for sharing! Merry Christmas!

#submission #the chronomancer

[srvgers]

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please like or reblog if you’re using/going to use !!

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[bumblingbee1]

OOAAA OAOAOOAOA hi bee, can I have some becler hcs or masonweaver in these trying times

I got you, homie! I’ll do both!

Masonweaver:

Weaver is self-concious about his dadbod, due to having a desk job. Mason reassures him by calling him his Teddy bear when cuddling. This makes Weaver melt, as Weaver’s main love language is physical touch (cuddling).

Mason has a difficult time processing and expressing his feelings. Weaver is naturally a patient man, so he gives Mason all the time and space to do so. Mason is beyond grateful, and shows his appreciation by being extra huggy.

Weaver is Mason’s malewife, no doubt. That’s because out of the two, Weaver cooks the best food.

Together with Samantha, David and Eddie, they are one big happy family!

Saturdays are Nugget Days!

Becler

Before Beck started seeing Adler, he adopted his working dog Lilli. She always sleeps in the foot of the bed.

Adler never had a dog before, as he’s always been more of a cat person. However, he absolutely fell in love with her. It’s likewise, as Lilli sees how well Adler and Beck gets along. Whenever Adler stops by, she instantly wants to play with him. Beck can’t help but to adore how the two have gotten attached.

The New Year is their favorite holiday. Beck’s because of the fireworks and firecrackers, and Adler’s for the champagnes.

Beck LOVES to crack codes. Any code. So if Adler need help with that, Beck’s got this!

#ask #thanks for the ask! #thanks for the request! #masonweaver #alex mason #grigori weaver #samantha maxis #david mason #edward richtofen #eddie #becler #ingo beck #russell adler #cod headcanons #cod imagines #courtesy of beemy

[newcaptainofsquad9]

I’ll Stay By Your Side~Mason Weaver x fem reader (Kong: Skull Island)

Pairings: Mason Weaver x reader, James Conrad x reader(mentioned/past relationship)

Summary: The reader is an anti war journalist who joins Mason, James and the Sky Devils unit to investigate skull island. Mason has been flirting with the reader the entire way there, much to James’ annoyance and the reader’s amusement. Abruptly, with Kong and the other monsters making their presence known, Mason desperately finds herself wanting to ensure the reader’s safety and her affections.

Word Count: 2,107

Writer’s Note: I recently saw Kong: Skull Island and thought it was a pretty good monster flick. I honestly wanted to make more fics about Brie’s other character’s besides Carol Danvers and here’s the first and hopefully not the last. I don’t usually write smut, but it kinda happened. Not too explicit, but smut nonetheless. 

Warnings: Slight Smut, please don’t read unless you are 18 and over!

“I’ve read countless number of your articles,” Mason says with a small grin. 

Her words eased you a bit, but you still held onto James’ arm as the helicopter took flight. He gave you a once over before raising an eyebrow. 

“You still don’t travel much, do you dear?” he asks. 

Your grip on his arm loosened as you took a deep breath. 

“Is she OK?” Mason asks while leaning your way. 

You nod as James puts a hand on your knee. 

“She finds heights daunting,” he says.

You push James’ hand away quickly. 

“I’d feel much better if--there wasn’t a way I could look towards the ground,” you groan, gesturing to the opened parts of the heli. 

“I could have sat at the end,” Mason says, “if you knew she was afraid, why didn’t you opt for her to sit in the middle?”

You watch James catch Mason’s glare before she looks back to you. 

“And what? It’s my fault I didn’t cater to Y/N  when I’m on a serious mission?” James counters.

“Well, she’s your girlfriend isn’t she?”

Once Mason’s question left her mouth, your face burned as you shifted a bit away from James. 

“I’m not his girlfriend anymore,” you mutter. 

James scratches his neck, looks to you quickly before turning his attention back outside. You keep your eyes down and focus onto the notepad that’s in your jacket pocket. It takes a moment to cease the trembles in your hand prior to you jotting a few notes down. What you didn’t notice was Mason’s lingering stare. 

The island was breathtaking. Your heart pounded at the forestry that came to live under the perfect rays that the sun released. Birds soared and sang as they flew from one part of the island to another as Mason lifted her camera up to capture a few moments. You giggled at one of the smaller birds lagging behind as Mason turned towards you, taking a few photos of you. You leaned back into your seat and pouted playfully. 

“Why take pictures of me when this island is so gorgeous?” you asked.

Mason grinned and shrugged.

“Why not? Both are pretty gorgeous,” she said.

James rolled his eyes while all you could do was turn your attention away to hide your blushing face. Abruptly, the first helicopter fell, then the next. Trees, giant, hairy limbs and a bone curling roar was all you heard. 

“The fuck was that?!” The pilot screams. 

James stands.

“Get us out of--”

The roar rips through the skies again as the helicopter turns at a speed you weren’t ready for. Your body felt light as you held onto the edge of your seat. Mason’s body collides with it as she holds on tightly to you. 

“H-Hang on!” she rasps.

Her hands shook as much as your own, but you trusted her as you kept your eyes down. All you hear are the pilot’s desperate cries, the continuing roars and the chopper descending fast.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You blink rapidly, vision returning to you a little blurry. Mason and James stand over you with cuts, stray blood and sweat clinging to their skin. 

“Oh thank God,” James breathes.

Mason breaks into a gasp as she brushes a piece of hair out of your face. 

“How are you feeling? Can you stand?” she asks. 

You wobble to your feet, staggering only for Mason to put an arm around your waist. Blood trickles down your forehead and land on your shirt. James and Mason look to each other, then back to you.

“Maybe we should lay low,” Mason suggests, “she doesn’t look so good.”

James bites his lip and shakes his head. 

“We’ve got to keep moving, it’s dangerous and we need to find the others,” he says. 

“Do you not see her!” Mason growls. 

You put a hand on her shoulder. 

“No, M-Mason, he’s right. We’ve got to keep moving,” you mumble. 

Mason’s eyes soften as she pulls on the sleeve of her button up. She nods to James.

“Keep her steady for a sec, will ya?”

James nods and comes over to put his hands carefully on your sides to hold you steady. Your eyes meet his and you can’t help but remember how he used to hold you, kiss you and caress you when you were afraid, fearing the changing and yet still conservative world. Mason rips the fabric of her sleeve off, stepping back over to you and places it against your forehead and ties it around your head. James takes a few steps back while eyeing you carefully. 

“There,” Masons says, “that feel a little better?”

You nod and take a slow, yet staggered step. Mason, immediately at your side. 

“We won’t move far,” James reassures, “we’ll find somewhere to lay low--all right?”

Mason nods, looks expectantly to you while tightening her grip around your waist. 

“Y-Yeah, I trust you not to lead us into another monster,” you say. 

James gives you a sharp nod and a tiny grin prior to leading you both further into the jungle. 

“You still with me Y/N?” Mason asks.

You nod. 

“I-I’m not sleeping, just quiet,” you whisper. 

Mason grins.

“Got anything on your mind you’d like to share?”she asks.

“No,” you say, “just thinking about how we’re going to get out of this mess, whether or not I should quit journalism and get a real job.”

“It is a real job Y/N,” Mason mutters, “your stories have touched many people, that’s how I figured out about Vietnam.”

You chuckle at her words. 

“Says the war photographer who’s so close to her Pulitzer,” you say.

“Hey,” she warns, “you have a better chance of getting it than I do.”  

“Yeah right,” you scoff, “people see the horrors of war, they’d have a better time believing it than reading it nowadays, that’s for sure.”

Mason shrugs, “not if you’re the one writing it. And we’ll get out of this.”

“What makes you so sure?” you ask, finally glaring at her.

“We’re both anti war activists, “ she says in a matter of fact tone, “we’ve revealed lots of horrible shit to the world, even stood against it when people don’t listen.” 

You stay quiet and it makes her turn fully towards you. She stops moving with you and takes your face into her hands. 

“Are you all right?” she asks softly. 

You can’t help but get lost in her deep brown eyes, perfectly curled brunette hair and the way the sweat went down her chest. She wasn’t the only woman you had attractions for, but you had only dated men. James and your high school boyfriend being to only two. 

“Y/N,” James called your name, “are you good?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah let’s keep going,” you babble while pulling away from Mason, being able to walk and stand on your own surprisingly.

James stopped in his tracks abruptly. There’s a crunch of twigs and leaves underneath you as people emerge around you with fierce stares and spears. Mason takes your hand and pushes you behind her and James. James holds his rifle up, pointing it at the strange people around you.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he warns, “back way, and put the spears down.”

The people look rather tribal, painted in similar markings and dressed in similar robes. They move in unison, making a way for the three of you to pass, only for an odd man to walk out. His beard long, curly and grey, hair wild. He has  an aged military uniform on. 

“Oh, God, finally, “ he gasps, “they said you’d come.”

He gestures to the people with spears as you, Mason and James exchange confused glares. 

“Ah, I’ve been stuck on this island for over 29 years, I’m 45th Pursuit Squadron, Hank Marlow. Served back in ‘45.”

“You’ve been stuck on this island since 1945?” James asks.

Hank nods sharply.

“You guys look a bit worse for wear, how about you guys follow us--if that’s ok,” Hank says to the people around him.

They only stare at him, a few of the older ones before nodding. 

“All right! T-That’s great!” Hank cheers, “best we get there before sun-down, don’t want to be out here when the sun’s down.”

James looks to you and Mason for reassurance. 

“I-It’s all we got,” you whisper, “he seems like he knows this island best.”

Both James and Mason nod before the three of you follow him.

The small civilization Marlow and the natives kept was the perfect place for you to slow down and set up camp for a few days. Mason helped you to the tent the both of would share, staying with you. 

“Go, take more photos, I’ll be fine,” you say.

Mason shakes her head.

“Nope, not getting rid of me that easily. Besides, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you say, trying not to act too surprised. 

“Yeah,” she says, sitting on the cot beside you, “what’d you see in that British asshole anyway?”

“W-What? James?” you ask.

Mason nods, “uh yeah. You both seemed pretty close.”

You glance down at your shoes. 

“We were. I guess it was the accent and how sweet he was. Still is at times, but he was so consumed with work--we both are,” you admit.

“His accent’s not that great,” Mason grumbles. 

You notice her frown. 

“You don’t really like him, do you,” you say. 

“I don’t like the looks he gives you,” she says before growing quiet. 

“Oh, are you jealous?” you ask with a tiny grin.

Mason shakes her head.

“No, I mean-yeah but you could do so much better,” she rambles. 

“Oh, and you’d be much better?” you joke. 

Mason blinks and slides closer toward you. She takes your hand, intertwining it with your own. 

“Could I show you?” she whispers, pulling you towards her. 

You shiver and nod, tilting your head. Mason takes initiative, meeting your lips in a kiss. Her lips are soft and firm as she moves her hands to your cheeks. You return the kiss fully, resting your arms around the back of her neck. She pulls back only a bit to look at you, eyes searching for something. 

“What is it?” you ask desperately. 

Mason reaches to push a strand of hair behind your ear before biting her lip. 

“I, I want to try something--with you I mean,” she says quickly. 

“Oh,” you say, quickly catching onto what she’s suggesting. 

“I  just want to kiss you again,” Mason admits, “and just feel you--only if you’d want me to that is.”

You grin nervously and pull her into another kiss. 

“Yes, b-but what do I do, I’ve never--”

Mason silences you with a kiss. 

“This is about you,” she whispers against your lips, “let me focus on you.”

You nod as she kisses you with more passion, hands rubbing down your sides and gripping your hips. A breath escapes your lips as you tangle your fingers in her curly hair. Her mouth moves to your throat, placing kisses along your sensitive skin. One hand stays on your jaw while the other moves lower, down your shirt, touching your chest a bit before her fingers rest on the belt of your cargo pants. 

“Mason,” you moan. 

Mason leans back up to kiss you again, deeply this time. 

“What do you want me to do?” she rasps.  

“Keep going,” you whisper. 

Mason nods and presses a quick kiss to your cheek and then another one to your lips again. She keeps the kiss going as she fiddles with your belt, taking it off and undoing the buttons. You waited for her to off your pants, but she didn’t. She only reached down, rubbing her fingers in your rather sensitive region. Your hands clutch onto her as her lips trace the underside of your jaw. She does this for a few moments before slipping her fingers under your underwear, making you jerk with pleasure. Once she eases you, she starts a slow rhythm. 

“M-Mason,” you groan as you wrap your arms around her. 

“I-I’m here,” she breathes, “tell me, let me know.”

“I-I’m close,” you groan, burying your face into her neck. 

Mason speeds up and moments after you feel a wave of pleasure wash through your entire body. She cuts off your cry with a kiss, her fingers slowing as her pace decreases. You sigh as she removes her fingers. 

“How was that?” she asks with an attentive look. 

You answer her with a deep kiss. 

“Amazing,” you say. 

Mason grins smugly. 

“Better than him?”

You only bring her back to your lips as your make-out leads to much more that night.   

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Ghosts from the rain forest

As I previously stated Captain James Conrad is my favorite character from Tom Hiddleston, and I think I took long enough to write this.

Summary: A simple rescue mission will bring him back to a place full of nightmares, and maybe this time he could find redemption. Situated in 1975, 2 years after the events of Skull Island.

James Conrad x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, wounds, mentions of war, cursing.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 1: A Wedding and a mission

The flash of a camera went off and the women in their long gowns smiled, frozen in place before immediately move so the next group of people could get their pictures taken.

"Must be nice to take pictures of flower girl's and bridesmaids for a change" He said to the photographer that seemed pretty uncomfortable in the dress she was wearing but still managed to put a knee on the ground to capture the little nice of the bride and her flower basket.

"What from wild animals and dangerous creatures? Have you seen San Lin this morning when the officiant was late?" Weaver took the hand he offered and stood up "In any case how are you dealing with being back in society, how is the arm?" He instinctively touch the place were a couple months before some vicious fangs almost ripped it off, after that and some days at the hospital Brooks had prevent him to going back to the field and he had ended up as best man in his wedding with San Lin.

"It's better, but I feel I could die from boredom, how is the new job going?" Mason was now part of an anthropology expedition to Etiopia and the recent discovery of Lucy have kept her busy to be around with him or Monarch, it was for the best, she wanted to change the world and lately there was little to no advance in their understanding of the origin of those creatures, so they might as well start trying to understand human's.

"Would it be rude if I said it's amazing?" He grin at her, he was happy she had found something that made her happy, especially since their attempt at being together didn't work out, and he was glad that at least they have managed to save a friendship "I'm meeting so many people and the things they have found, it's just incredible. You should come with me sometime, well if Houston doesn't send you to Antarctica to find more MUTOs, Lin says he wants to talk to you" She pointed behind him and walked away muttering "Good luck" while the groom approached him with two glasses of champagne in his hands.

"Conrad," Houston said firmly putting his hand on his shoulder after giving him one of the glasses, after those years and missions he had grown to respect that men deeply "are you enjoying the pary?" He seemed nervous, as if he was searching for the right way to bring up something.

"Plenty Brooks, I hope Lin and you to be very happy" He said hopping the small talk would encourage him to talk.

"James I have a favor to ask you" He said finally after a big sip of his drink "I understand you are still on medical leave, and in no shape to travel, but this... I mean this is not as dangerous as your previous assignments, and truly I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important" he keep babbling getting nowhere for a minute before James interrupted him.

"Can you tell me what it is? Before you faint and your wife take it on me" Conrad pointed a chair and once both men were sitting Houston spoke calmly.

"Is Randa's daughter, she is lost in some jungle and I need you to get her out of there" He had a desperate look on his eyes.

"I didn't knew he was married or that he had a daughter" Conrad tried to make some sense out of the situation.

"Yeah well after he was discredited for his research on Monarch they grow apart, Y/N, I mean Dr. Y/L/N she goes bye her mother's maiden name" James can understand that, if wasn't because he had actually seen the subjects of said research he would also have said the man was crazy.

"And you said she is lost?" The story was turning interesting for Conrad since Randa never strike him as a fatherly man.

"She worked in the development of agriculture technology, when the Vietnam war started she changed paths and became an humanitarian, so she is in every war zone, or isolated place where she could help people, before we went to skull island Randa was trying to found her, to reconnect with her, and I recently had news that she is lost in the middle of a political conflict in Asia" He said and now Conrad could see where he fit in the story and a had a bad feeling about it.

"Where is she? And why do you need me specifically to find her?" James asked.

"Malaysia" He said and he could feel a strain of pain in his chest about that place, not sure at all if he wanted to go back there. "The last record we have of her is she fled Borneo to carry food and medicine to some villages in Malaysia, and I know is the last thing you want to do, but I don't think there's anyone else who could help me" that was definitely not something he wanted to be doing at his wedding.

"How do you know she is alive?" He asked knowing too Well he was about to make a bad choice.

"We intercepted a telegram about a delivery of medicine in Bandar Seri Begawan, she might be there to pick up things and go back to the forest"

"So she is not lost, just avoiding you?" Conrad was not stupid, but as far as he knew there were no wild vicious creatures in that island so he could actually go there. "Fine I'll go, but it's a favor to you on your wedding day, you can't ever ask for anything else" He said very seriously and Houston knew he was telling the truth.

You look at the post card one last time before turning down your light, there was another week in the forest surrounded by humid nights and mosquitoes before you have to go back to civilization to pick up more medicine, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

That was the last you have known from Randa, a postcard from Washington almost two years ago, it wasn't that wired since he often disappeared for months but the cryptic message on it was telling you maybe this time something have happened to him. "I finally got him baby, you'll see" you shake those feelings out of your head, then you remember the letter you got from some guy in DC named Brooks one year ago, about you needing to come home, and his multiple attempts to contact you. Your heart already knew what had happened to him, but your mind was conveniently avoiding facing it, and you preferred it that way.

You finally fall asleep thinking there was nothing that could actually change your life, nor even your father god knows where in the other side of the world or creepy guys from Monarch.

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