#hal mason

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#still here years later

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Falling Skies Season 1 Episode 3.

(The fourth gif has my heart)

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Falling Skies 2x02

Tom Mason just returned from 3 months of imprisonment and torture. But right away he gets paranoid that he's been compromised.

Ah, Noah Wyle you always give us such good whumpy characters. *Chef's Kiss*

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» “I don't want anyone beside you. No one loves you like I do.”

Brothers fighting over the same girl. 🤭

「 Fanvid  // Falling Skies (Hal x Maggie x Ben) 」 ♫ "like i do" by Nightly

☞ Download/Notes: AO3 (archive of our own)

[notelcol]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something for fallen skied?

Ben sees Matt call Anne mom. Ben's got mixed feelings about that because his grief for his mom is still raw but at the same time he likes Anne and wants to welcome her & the new baby into the family. Maybe Anne tells Ben he doesn't have to call her mom, just "Anne" is fine?

Totally up to you - I know this request is super specific so feel free to change stuff around or just use one or two of the ideas there. Thank you so much!

This request is so incredibly wholesome, thank you so much for sending it in! I really hope this scratches your itch🫶 (Extra special thank you for this request being for falling skies)🌌

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Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

TW: grief, family

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The Mason family had just eaten dinner. It took them a long time to come to terms with being a family of four, without a matriarch. Then all of a sudden there was Anne. While considering her part of the family came naturally to Tom, it took more time for the boys. Hal was older and occasionally wiser, he seemed to take it the easiest. Or at least he had the best front.

“Come on Ben, let’s wash up.” Hal nudged his younger brother, noticing he was no longer listening to the dinner conversation.

They walked away from the rest of the family, picking up everyone’s plates. As soon as the taps were on and he knew no one would hear, Hal spoke up.

“You could at least try and look happy for dad.”

Ben sighed.

“I am happy for him.” He tried to keep focusing on scrubbing the plates.

“Yeah, you sound it.” Hal laughed sarcastically. “Why don’t you like her?” He pushed. Ben just shook his head and continued scrubbing. Hal put down the plate he was washing and turned to look his brother in the eye.

“Dad deserves to happy. Anne’s looked after us, she’s been a good friend. Now she’s giving us another brother or sister, she’s family. You gotta find a way to deal with it.” Ben’s eyes watered, he hadn’t even realised he’d stopped scrubbing yet. “Just look how happy Matt is. He needs this.” Ben turned his back to the sink and watched Matt smiling with his Dad and Anne. He watched as Matt shyly called her Mom, probably for the first time.

Ben couldn’t think. Everything stopped. It felt like the walls were closing in on him. The plate he was absentmindedly holding on to, fell from his hands and broke his trance. Everyone turned to face him. It was like a nightmare. Matt and Anne looked guilty. Hal was clearly disappointed and his Dad…Ben couldn’t bring himself look at him. Instead he ran out of the room. Hal made a move to go after him, but Anne’s chair scraping caught his attention.

“I’ll go.” She said, before heading to Ben’s room. He was stood with his back to her facing the window, hands holding the windowsill for support. When she heard him sniffle, she wanted to go and wrap him in her arms but held back, knowing that would make the situation worse.

“I’m sorry.” He said without turning around. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” He peeked over his shoulder a little as Anne tutted and walked closer.

“You have nothing to apologise for. I understand how hard this must be for you.” She paused for a moment to find the right words. “You boys already have a wonderful Mom, and I don’t want to replace her. I love your Dad and I am so excited to have this baby with him. Not only because of my love for him, but because of how lucky this child will be to have you, Matt and Hal as their brothers.” A smile twitched on Bens face for a split second, so fast that Anne almost missed it. “You don’t ever have to call me Mom if it doesn’t feel right. But I hope you will call me family one day.” As Anne finished speaking, Ben finally turned around, his heart warmed by her words.

“Thank you Anne.” He pulled her into a hug. Their first ever. He felt awkward at first but when she wrapped his arms around him everything faded away. “You are family.” He admitted to her..and himself.

“Do you think everyone’s mad?” Ben asked. A reassuring smile fell upon Anne’s face.

“Only that you didn’t finish the dishes.” She teased before beckoning him back to the kitchen. As they walked back in, Matt looked up at him eyes wide as their Dad rubbed his arm comfortingly.

“Sorry if I upset you.” Matt chewed his nails nervously.

“Nah.” Ben smiled down at his little brother. “I’m sorry. I’m okay if you want to call Anne Mom, it just surprised me that’s all.” Matts eyes lit up.

“Are you sure?” The younger boy asked, receiving a nod in return. A huge smile broke out on Matt’s face as he flung himself into his brother.

Hal was right. It was cute to see Matt so happy. Maybe one day Ben would be able to call her Mom too.

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Thank you for reading! 🌹

First post back in months feelin’ awkssss 😬…sorry for my absence…😬

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Rooftop Remedies

Fandom: Falling Skies

Pairing: Hal Mason x Maggie/Margaret

Content warnings: canon age gap, mention of canon injuries and canon-typical death/violence, that should be it

Word count: 446

Author’s note: set between 2x5 “Love and Other Acts of Courage” and 2x6 “Homecoming”

     The hospital seemed to drain a bit out of Maggie every day, like it was killing her slowly.  Weren’t hospitals supposed to do the opposite- you know, heal people?  Make them feel better?

     She was finally healed enough to be out of that awful room, thank God, but as she wasn’t healed enough to go on patrols yet she was still confined to the building, and the rest of the hospital was only a little less suffocating.  It was too cold to open windows, even for fresh air, so Maggie found herself hanging out by the doors, clinging to the occasional gust of fresh air when they opened and the sight of the outdoors.

     On this particular evening,

     “I thought I’d find you here.”  Hal’s voice came.  Maggie turned in her swivel chair to see him striding down the hallway.  “Don’t suppose any Skitters have checked in with bullet wounds?”

     Maggie smirked.  “Afraid not.  I’d’ve prescribed them with death if they had.”

     “That’s my girl.”  He replied.  “C’mon, there’s something I want to show you.  Up for a walk?”

     Maggie shrugged.  “Sure.”

     She stood, taking his proffered hand.  He hooked his arm through hers and walked her to the stairwell door, where he opened the door for her.  “Such a gentleman.”  She joked, heading up.

     Upon reaching the roof, he opened the door for her again.  What she saw wasn’t what she had expected.  There was an air mattress with a handful of blankets- not hospital sheets, real blankets- piled on it, two pillows, a backpack, and a half-dozen lanterns scattered around the area.

     “Hal, what’s this?”  She asked.

     “Well, I heard you telling Lourdes that you wished you could go outside and be in the fresh air, and it occurred to me I can’t take you to dinner properly… so I came up with a compromise for both.  C’mon, sit down.”

     She eased herself down on the mattress, leaning back but keeping herself propped up with her arms.  Hal sat down next to her and opened the backpack, producing two hospital cafeteria trays, two bottles of water, and several miscellaneous food items.  He let her pick first and took the rest, and they dug in.

     “In about half an hour, we’ll be able to see the stars.”  He told her.  “I found both Dippers and Gemini last time I looked.”

      “My favorite is Leo, I think.”  She mused.  “Wonder if we’ll find him.”

      “Leo?  That your sign?”

      Maggie shook her head.  “I just thought it was cool.”

     “Well, I have no idea what he looks like, so you’ll have to point him out to me so I can decide if I agree.”

     She smiled.  “Deal.”

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Season 3 Scattered Thoughts

Robert Sean Leonard, Stephen Collins, and Michael Hogan. Who else will turn up on this show, after we’ve already seen Henry Czerny and Steven Weber?

Honestly, how did we go from Manchester under house arrest to Manchester happy as a clam trying to single-handedly revive the CIA?

I like that Weaver is softening, but don’t like that he’s turning into a yes man in public for Tom, who is literally now the WORST. I would have liked to see more of Marina Peralta throwing signals at Weaver and Jeanne directing him on the appropriate responses. Not enough of the Weavers and Peralta for my liking.

I’m intrigued by the dilemma faced by Ben and Denni. Face an uncertain future with their spikes and being useful versus having the spikes removed and all of sudden having every bit of usefulness in the war effort stripped away? Why couldn’t they spend more time on that than Evil!(but not really)Hal?

Come to think of it, how much of the humans’ bad luck was on Hal’s head and how much was on Lourdes’ head? It seems the reveal of Lourdes being controlled let Hal off the hook quite handily when he was the one who was there when Anne and Alexis were taken. Fucking Hal and fucking Maggie, who enabled him. Neither of whom appear to be facing any consequences. But it’s all Karen and Lourdes’ fault. Okay, show.

RIP, Dai and Crazy Lee, among others. You’re not Masons or Mason yes-men, so you’re toast.

And why the hell is Tom being such a bitch to Pope when it’s only the two of them after a plane crash with enemies all around? Almost like he knows he’s got plot armor.

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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

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Chandi I would die for you Justice League Europe #50

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I don't really feel like eating and drinking stuff from an alternate reality, ok?

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There's more but I just left it at that lol

The squanklys

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Batman/Superman: World's Finest #16 - "Overdrive" (2023)

written by Mark Waid art by Dan Mora & Tamra Bonvillain

[notelcol]

are you taking falling skies writing requests?

Thanks for popping up! I absolutely can do! It’s criminal how little falling skies writing there is out there✨