#ian garvin

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Are you the asshole commandeering my ship?

[pandorapromises]

this gives me the impression that ian garvin will become an ally to the na'vi although it's hard for me to come to terms with the fact that he was (is?) literally complicit in the hunting of tulkun like i know he feels incredibly guilty because he admits to being a heavy drinker but it's still a lot to swallow

don't get me wrong! i still love ian garvin and i look forward to his story but also!! where tf did he learn na'vi sign language?? ?

[poisonousrain222]

it’s so easy to find fitting textposts for quaritch, for some reason

part one part two part three part four part five

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Plot Idea for Avatar and Avatar:The Way Of Water:

***Warning: brief mention of rape***

Role Reversal. What if Spider’s mom, Paz Socorro, was the Colonel on Hell’s Gate and not Quaritch? She was able to rise in ranks on Earth by being ruthless and cunning and that made her perfect for the job on Pandora. She instilled fear from everyone, including Selfridge. She also has a way of getting what she wants. She was able to convince Jake into spying for her, but the events stayed the same and Jake fought for the Na’vi. Paz died and was able to come back as a Recom to finish the job.

Quaritch, however, was a marine on Hell’s Gate. He was a Pilot in one of the units that helped the scientists. He still has a harsh exterior, but not as bad as Paz’s or his original counterpart. Paz tries to seduce him while on Hell’s Gate, but he keeps on rejecting her. It got to the point that she took extreme measures and ended up pregnant with his son. She uses their son as leverage to get him to fight in the battle against Jake and the Na’vi. He ends up dying due to him and his team switching sides in the end. He returns as a Recom, as well. But this time he goes against Paz and helps Jake so he could be closer to his son.

It is Paz who kidnaps Spider and tries to force him to give up information on Jake. How will things change?

Grace Augustine lives in this fic.

[urineedward]

dr. ian garvin stimboard

CREDITS TO @fernytickle!!! i’m so sorry i forgot

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

What do you think spiders interactions with people on the sea dragon were like?

Honestly, this is something I've never given any thought. I think they probably didn't talk to him much, but they definitely thought he was a weird little brainwashed freak. The scientists at Bridgehead called him feral and a savage, and they were pretty rough with him after he crashed the ship. Other than those interactions they all ignore him except Quaritch. No one really talked to him normally like he was a real person except for Garvin.

[cirilee]

the two scientists from pacific rim, but make them bad guys - you know those two ... i love them

i shall call this OTP whaleshipping

[winterfieldfrontiers]

Neytiri: These gays are trying to murder me!!

AVATAR - Miles and Parker

AVATAR: THE WAY OF WATER - Mick and Ian 

Can’t wait to see them in the same scene in AVATAR 3

[holmesandtheroman]

*leaves lipstick kissy marks all over ian garvin’s face like a cartoon*

[xenomorphee3]

Flashback to the Recoms and Spider on the Sea Dragon

Snippet from Chapter 12 of my story, A New Mission. Full work here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44672200

[Flashback to the recoms and Spider on the Sea Dragon ship]

After learning that Jake Sully and his family resided somewhere in a large island chain out in the ocean and commandeering the Tulkun hunting Sea Dragon ship, the seven recoms found themselves in need of space to live on a ship that was not at all built for them. Naturally, it did not have Na'vi-sized quarters where they could stay and they could barely fit inside the tight ship passageways. So after they spent some time planning the next moves with the obnoxious skipper, getting oriented about the ship, and finding spots for their banshees in the forward deck-- which was exposed to the outside even when the ship wasn’t fully opened up for CET-OPS operations, the evening rolled in and they were led by two SEC-OPS personnel to a makeshift space in the storage hull, one of the deepest parts of the ship. Here they would be resting on human-sized cots and sleeping pads, and flat pillows. Nothing out of the normal for these Marines in terms of comfort, or lack thereof, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. It was dark, dank, and noisy. The mechanical sounds of the ship rang through the space, their sensitive ears slightly affected. And of course, the worst part was that it was closed off from the outside so they had to sleep with their rebreather masks on and constantly take breaths while they were down there. Luckily though it was only for sleeping really.

Scoresby and Dr. Garvin came down to talk to the Marines who were settling in.

“Hope your accommodations are cozy,” Scoresby said with a shit-eating grin, having to raise his voice over the mechanical sounds to be heard clearly. He fully knew he relegated these commandeering assholes to the worst part of his ship. It was his simple way of getting back at them. The recoms just glared at him. Miles gritted his teeth and took a breath from his rebreather. Spider looked up and saw Miles’ could kill expression and widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows and smirked a bit. The Marines then quickly spread out to pick their spots, seeing who could find the least noisy corner. Miles stayed to talk to Scoresby. Spider stayed next to Miles.

Miles then asked, “Do you have any spare rooms?”

“Why?” Scoresby said, mildly irritated.

“Well,” he gestured to Spider and continued, “Spider’s a human kid. Not a Marine. I think he deserves a better spot than this noisy shithole.”

Scoresby glared at Miles and then looked at Spider. After a pause Scoresby said, “Alright. Take him up to Deck B. Should be a room or two up there."

Spider was led away by the two SEC-OPS personnel, but then Miles yelled out to them, “Make sure you lock him in.”

Spider looked at Miles and raised his arms out to his side and frustratingly said, “What do you think I’m gonna do??”

“I don’t want you getting any ideas.” Miles said.

Spider rolled his eyes and was led away by the two men.

Scoresby said to Miles, “We’ll be arriving at a Ta’unui village tomorrow afternoon. Hope you have a plan for getting your man.”

“Oh we’ll get it out of them, don’t you worry,” Miles replied with a dark smile. His ears leaned back and tail curling at the end of his statement.

Scoresby looked at him, said “Hm.” with a look of doubt and disbelief and walked back to his upper decks.

Dr. Garvin stayed back though. Miles looked at him with focus, not saying a word, hand resting on his side arm. Garvin opened his mouth to speak. The words didn’t come out at first, but then he said, “I wanted to ask you about the queue connection you make with your banshees. You know, this is not something written in any of Augustine’s materials—”

The word ‘Augustine’ made Miles’ ears go back and his eyebrows furrow. The Queen of the Science Pukes. He hated that bitch. He realized then that he doesn’t even know what happened to her. His transferred memories recall her escaping Hell’s Gate’s brig with Jake Sully and him trying to shoot them as they escaped, but it didn’t stop them. Did she die in the battle? …Who cares honestly. Clearly she wasn’t around anymore.

“—and so no Avatars bonded with wildlife. Or at least it was never documented.” Garvin finished. Miles missed a chunk of Garvin’s question in his memory zoning out about Grace.

“Sorry doc, what are you asking??” he replied irately.

Garvin tightened his lips and said, “I am asking you to describe the neural bond process between you and your banshee.”

“Aren’t you a marine biologist?” Miles retorted shortly.

“I am a biologist, yes… that mainly studies marine life on Pandora. But the neural bond is not something we know much about in general.”

Miles scoffed, “Ah geez, you damn scientists. Always caring too much to know things.”

Garvin just stared at him with a blank, slightly saddened expression.

Miles rolled his eyes and sighed, then decided to humor this depressed looking science puke. “It’s like… an extra sense. An extension. Their wing becomes your wing. Their emotions, yours. Yours, theirs. Shared feelings. A link. Not one to one exactly, they’re not as complex in thought as us, but… I don’t know, doc. It’s very strange, I’ll say that…. But, I don’t know... you come to… well it becomes an important thing to you.”

Dr. Garvin was listening intently and looked at Miles and nodded. “That’s very fascinating. You seem to sync where you naturally align. Pain. Fear. Joy. Affection. But they can’t feel complex Na’vi emotions, so that is not conveyed, correct?”

“Yes.” Miles said. “Also, left, right, up, down.” he said with a smirk.

Garvin expressed the slightest smile.

“Thanks for the insights. I do appreciate it.” Garvin said sincerely.

“Yeah, sure Doc.” Miles replied gently. Miles noticed that Garvin looked at him and his recoms not with disgust, surprise, or fear as many of the humans of Bridgehead City did, but rather with fascination. Even slightest appreciation. This man really was a biologist through and through. Garvin then walked away with his hands in his pockets, leaving the Marines to their own devices.

Time passed and the Marines made the temporary storage quarters their own and had dinner. There was a portable lamp illuminating the space. Their cots and sleeping pads set up the best they could for comfort. A storage crate of who knows what set up as a table, other crates used as seats. Prager pulled out a deck of cards.

“You guys wanna play euchre?” Prager asked.

“I’m in,” Lyle said with a smile. Ja and Lopez nodded.

“Alright you’re on my team,” Prager said to Lyle. “I gotta distract myself from the motion of this damn ship. It’s making me sick.”

“You know I heard that headbands increase nausea.” Lyle said to Prager.

“Really?” Prager replied intrigued.

“No. What are you hiding under there bro.” Lyle said to Prager mockingly. Prager just gave Lyle an open-mouthed pissed off expression and began shuffling the deck of cards— which was very hard to do with Na’vi sized hands. Lyle was mischievously grinning.

Z-Dog smilingly said, “I’ll watch,” and pulled up a seat next to Prager.

Mansk just walked away to get some rack and went to go lay back on his sleeping pad. He even shoved some memory foam into his ears which it looked like he ripped from it. Miles was seated at a distance from his Marines, on his sleeping pad, but his back was up against some storage crates, one leg bent, one leg straight. He was reading a Na’vi language book on his tablet and doing his best to recall his lessons with Spider, taking intermittent breaths from his rebreather. He was preparing for the interrogations of villagers he’d have to do in order to find where Jake Sully was.

All of a sudden Spider emerged to his right.

“Spider?? How the hell did you get down here?” Miles said, heatedly. The card game playing Marines turned around to look at them, hearing the elevated voice in their commanding officer. Spider looked at Miles, then to the recoms, then back to Miles.

He said, “Swiped a key,” and held it up in front of him. “These guys are idiots. Nabbed it off the second guy. He probably hasn’t even noticed yet.”

Miles couldn’t help but smile a bit at Spider’s skills, though he was obviously trying to contain it and was biting his lower lip with his top teeth, as he does. Z-dog yelled out to Miles, “See Colonel? I told you he wouldn’t try to take a lifeboat.” a big grin on her face and she winked at Spider who tried to hold in his smile at her.

Spider looked down at Miles to see he was reading a Na’vi language textbook on his tablet and said, “Whoa what is that?” mockingly.

“Well it can’t always be from you, kid.” Miles said as he guiltily turned the tablet off. "In the next few days we’re gonna be asking a lot of Na’vi where Jake Sully is.” Miles said.

Spider’s smile disappeared and his eyebrows furrowed. He hated that he got these harsh reminders that he was a captive and that these people who held him hostage were going after the only family he’s ever known. Miles saw his expression change.

“Hey kid, why don’t you go learn to play euchre.”

“What’s that?" Spider asked, still slightly saddened.

“It’s a card game, it’s fun. Go play a few rounds. Then go to bed. And I’m gonna make sure they actually lock you in next time.”

Spider rolled his eyes, but smiled softly.

Miles shouted, “Hey Prager,” Prager looked up at his Colonel, “Teach Spider how to play.”

Prager sighed and said, “Alright.”

Z-Dog said, “Come here, kid, he’s teaching me too.” and gestured to Spider to sit next to her.

Miles watched his Marines and Spider play cards for the rest of the night. Content.

[Flashforward back to the village where Miles was asleep in his hut]

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Avatar Lore Dumps — Visual Encyclopedia

So, I hurt my ankle, but a friend and fellow avatar lover went to the bookshop today and very kindly took pictures of everything. It's wonky but readable, and she was being so kind I wasn't about to ask for reshoots. Any of you want the lore from the encyclopedia for your fics, have at it! It'll do until a real rip comes out.

The RDA :

Hilarious to me that they do beer locally... And very real. Also RIP Ian, he's the one who discovered Amrita.

[pandorapromises]

every interesting fact and thought i've gathered from this page about ian garvin;

HE DISCOVERED AMRITA!! meaning he's literally responsible for the entire tulkun hunting enterprise bro wtf 😭

and from dissecting tulkun brains?? now i wonder how he got access to those.... 👀

but it brings up an interesting moral dilemma because we know earth is dying so was he in the type of situation where he felt like he had to choose between humanity and the tulkun? 🤔 hm....

he ORIGINALLY did solo research and was in contact with Tonowari and the reef people !! i like to imagine that's where he learned na'vi sign language

the RDA forces garvin to hunt tulkun by threatening to cut his research which i think even if garvin were to quit he'd probably be replaced by another marine biologist with no morals so it's like a no-win situation

that's all i've got for now!!

photo text under the read-more;

DR. IAN GARVIN

RDA MARINE BIOLOGIST Ian Garvin is regarded as the on-world scientific expert on Pandora's oceans, and the tulkun in particular. Though he would prefer to have nothing to do with tulkun hunting, the RDA uses the threat of shutting down his research to coerce the scientist into working with them. Upon his arrival on Pandora, Garvin led an existing oceanographic research team. This small team managed everything itself--and Garvin is well suited to the task. He knows his way around a lab, but he's a field researcher to the core, happily risking his life where others would dread to roam. A seasoned scuba diver, he regularly traverses the predator-infested Pandoran oceans taking samples, imaging specimens, and capturing data.

FIELD RESEARCHER Garvin originally conducted marine research in the same way that xenobotanist Dr. Grace Augustine once did in the jungle. He had a small, mobile, habitable, research lab vessel--a catamaran hull with a couple of trusses across it and two shacks built onto it. Garvin is able to set up a shack on a beach for a while. Then his mobile lab can dock with the landed setup and, if he needs it to interface with olo'eyktan (clan leader) Tonowari or the Reef People, his lab can drop anchor in their cove for easy access.

DATA FILE SUBJECT Ian Garvin SPECIES Human STATUS Marine Biologist AFFILIATION RDA HEIGHT 6 ft. (1.85 m)

FACT FILE > Garvin discovered the powerful, natural compound known as amrita while dissecting the brains of the tulkun. > A passionate oceanographic explorer, Dr. Garvin studied and fell in love with Pandora's oceans and the rich and exotic life found within.

[Small text pointing to an image of Garvin's datapad]

STOLEN DATA With the use of the knowledge stored on Garvin's datapad, including locator tags, the RDA can find and hunt down more tulkun than ever before.

Tablet can be used to extend a desktop workstation by docking into a stand

Touchscreen mobile workstation

[Small text pointing to an image of Dr. Ian Garvin]

Field vest [that Garvin wears]

Scanner [on vest pocket] collects data from environment and transforms it to chip card

Dive watch [on left wrist]

Dive knife [strapped to the left side of his shorts]

Wristband [on right wrist] contains chip-card processing information from scanner

[gabygirl1243]

[theythrowhimaway]

I found fanfiction of one of the scientists, Ian Garvin, (might be canon, not sure) by Dan Kois on the Slate.com. He’s one of Cameron’s fav characters so this might help your fanfics.

Dr. Ian Garvin: The Complete Letters Home From Pandora

May 24, 2168

Dear Mom and Dad,

I just can’t believe I’m here!! Yesterday the robots on the ISV woke us from cryosleep. After a quick shower and a shave—I don’t mind telling you I got a little foul after six and a half years in a pod!—I went off in search of my cabin so I could behold the majesty of Pandora. It took me a little while to find my room, which is definitely one of the smallest ones on the ship. The RDA officers and the engineers and the defense contractors and the skel-suit polishers get much bigger ones. But hey, I didn’t choose xenomarine biology—it chose me!

Anyway, once I found my cabin, I crouched on the hard steel floor in order to peek out the very small porthole. But Pandora is incredible! The water is so brilliantly blue from up here. It made me think about growing up with you two in Wellington, watching news reports about Pandora on the holotelly. I still remember what you said, Dad: “Someday, son, you’ll go to college in the United States, shed your New Zealand accent entirely, and travel to that beautiful place, to help humans understand the glory of life on another world.”

I met the guy in the cabin next to mine, a xenobotanist named Larry. We can hear each other through the walls! He mentioned something about a fire that burned down this huge tree, which seems like a real bummer. Happily, humans haven’t spent much time on Pandora’s oceans, so it sounds like I’ll have a lot of freedom to explore and learn. Before we left Earth, everyone was talking about unobtanium—I guess I’ll have to be on the lookout for some of that.

Tomorrow we go down to the surface! I’m so excited. I’ll send you another letter from there.

Love, Ian

June 15, 2168

Dear Mom and Dad,

Holy Eywa (Pandora word)! This place is more amazing than I ever dreamed. While I’m a little nervous about the impact that humans are having on the natural environment here, I have to admit it’s pretty remarkable seeing all that we’ve been able to accomplish. We settled down on the moon’s surface in a big shuttle. Larry hated that part, where we instantly incinerated over 600 hectares of forest with our reverse thrusters. “Larry,” I told him, “it’s a big jungle!” But he was inconsolable.

The SeaDragon is equipped with harpoons, machine guns, and hundreds of depth charges, which are for self-defense only. Our base, Bridgehead, is enormous, and they’re just starting to build all the armories, refineries, prisons, mining platforms, and gun emplacements necessary to fulfill our mission here, which I’ve been assured is one of peace and tolerance for all living things. Along with all my textbooks and instruments, the shuttle delivered a cool new boat. It’s called the SeaDragon. I asked if we could call it the SeaScientist, but I was outvoted. It can travel 130 knots and can even lift off and skim the waves. It’s also equipped with harpoons, machine guns, and hundreds of depth charges, which are for self-defense only. I’m taking it out on the ocean for the first time tomorrow. I can’t wait.

This is funny: No one cares about unobtanium anymore! It turns out it’s unobtainable, which no one could have predicted. All the RDA guys are really on me to find some other insanely rare and valuable material that will make everyone rich. I was like, “I just got here, guys! No one’s even explored the ocean yet! Get Larry to find you some magic weeds!” They laughed at that—I think they like me.

Love, Ian

June 28, 2168

Dear Mom and Dad,

Wow. That’s all I have to say. Wow.

As we flew across the cobalt-blue water in the SeaDragon, all I could think was how lucky I was. Lucky to live in a time in which human beings get to experience life on other worlds. Lucky to land this position as my first job after getting my Ph.D. Lucky that the RDA was willing to take a chance on me even though I failed my oral exams seventeen times. I choked up, I admit it. Our captain, an Aussie named Mick, was like, “What’re you crying about, you baby?” He’s a hard man, a man of the sea, and he enjoys gently ribbing his crew.

But that moment, touching as it was, was nothing compared to our sighting of the first pod of tulkun. It’s impossible to describe these enormous, peaceful creatures, which in their quiet majesty and deep, spiritual intelligence are like nothing I’ve ever seen, although if pressed I would say they’re basically whales. They’ve got four eyes, though.

They surfaced alongside the SeaDragon, playful and curious about this steel intruder in their waters. Captain Mick offered to perform a few experiments to see how they would respond to assorted stimuli, like him insulting them over the loudspeakers (“You’re a bunch of fat wankers!”) or shooting them with rifles. Serene and composed, the tulkun did not respond. Once Captain Mick tired of his experiments, I had the opportunity to observe their social structure and communication, which again are fully alien, unlike that of any creature on Earth, although if I had to compare them to one animal, sure, it would be whales.

After an hour or so, Captain Mick joined me on the deck to watch a mother tulkun frolic with her calf. I could tell that underneath his crusty exterior he, too, was moved. “You reckon those fuckers taste like tuna?” he asked.

Then we returned to Bridgehead, where in my closet-sized chamber I was lulled to sleep by the steady explosions caused by our attempts to communicate peacefully with the Na’vi (the mean blue guys).

Gratefully, Ian

[A beautiful tulkun leaping from the sea.]

I took this photo of a tulkun at sunset. Isn’t it awesome? I love these guys and would never do anything to harm them. They do sort of taste like tuna. Dr. Ian Garvin Feb. 3, 2169

Mom! Dad! I’m famous!!

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written, but by the time you get this letter, you’ll know what’s been keeping me so busy. I have made a discovery that will change the world—nay, the universe. Drink deep of my genius, and glimpse immortality itself!!!

Sorry, I know I’m being what my Wellington classmates would have called a “tall poppy.” I just can’t help it! I’m very excited.

A few months ago, I was out in the SeaDragon, listening once again to Captain Mick declare that we’d learn a lot more about tulkun if we just killed one of them. “What are ya, a baby?” he asked, and though I am not a baby, I was coming to see the wisdom of his argument. For did Charles Darwin merely observe the iguanas and finches of the Galápagos Islands when he was developing his theory of evolution? No, he shot a bunch of them and stuffed them and brought them back to England. Though the theory of evolution has since been disproven, erased from the literature like the Galápagos from the map, the scientific method remains sound. Our 22nd-century scanning equipment may be sensitive enough to map the interior of any living creature down to the micrometer from hundreds of miles away, a real scientist—one who is not a baby—must get his hands a little dirty.

Captain Mick was delighted, of course, and the whole crew sprang into action, inspired by their love of science. Unfortunately, the first tulkun they caught was not very useful from a research standpoint, due to them completely blowing it up with missiles (turns out the SeaDragon has missiles). But then they caught a second one with a bunch of harpoons. For several weeks afterward I drained the ever-more-pungent tulkun’s glands into whatever bottles and mugs I could cadge from the SeaDragon’s motley crew. One day, reaching for my tea, I accidentally drank deep from a mug of amrita, a viscous, golden fluid located deep in the tulkun’s brain. Well, you could have knocked me over with a Great Leonopteryx’s feather: My aging completely stopped. I was no longer aging. I saw the past and future as one, and understood that my life extended as far as the eye could see in all directions. I was, in a word, immortal.

Anyway, I told Captain Mick, and then General Ardmore called me in. I added a few drops to her coffee, and watched as she brought it to her lips with her mechanical arm. (Apparently this is the only way she drinks coffee.) Her eyes widened, and the next thing you know, we’re shipping my amrita back to Earth to be studied.

But don’t worry, guys. I told General Ardmore that I would only allow this to happen if she gave me her personal guarantee that we would harvest no more than one tulkun a year, and solely for the purpose of learning how to synthesize artificial amrita. She didn’t agree out loud, per se, but I’m pretty sure she’s as committed as me to preserving the natural beauty of Pandora’s oceans.

They threw a big party that night to celebrate my discovery. All the soldier guys were drinking a brand new kind of beer, brewed from a berry Larry discovered called the tumpasuk. Though as you know I’m not much of a drinker, I had quite a few! Larry was there, nursing a tumpasuk beer. He looked quite frazzled—he hadn’t even shaved! (You know how important it is to me to keep a clean face.) I was feeling charitable, so I told him that his delicious discovery surely rivals mine in importance. He stared at me with haunted, red-rimmed eyes, then pointed to my glass. “You’ll need that,” he said. I wonder what he meant?

Yours truly,

Dr. Ian Garvin, Discoverer of Amrita

PS I snuck a syringe of amrita into this envelope for you guys to use. If my dog’s still alive, give some to her, OK?

Nov. 24, 2169

Dear Mom,

Thanks for the shipment of new novelty T-shirts you sent. My old ones were getting pretty ratty. One thing about being immortal is that you really outlive your clothes. Another thing is that the witty slogans on novelty T-shirts no longer amuse you, although I did smile bitterly at the shirt that reads, “I’d Rather Be on Pandora.” It’s ironic, you see, because I wish I was no longer on Pandora.

Long story short, it turned out that General Ardmore was totally lying. In fact, she threatened to shut down my research laboratory unless I went tulkun hunting every week. We’ve now killed dozens of tulkun, extracted their amrita, and dumped their rotting corpses back into the ocean. Sometimes I examine their organs or whatever, but my heart’s not really in it.

Worse yet, it turns out that the tulkun are part of a whole ekosystem (sp?). We didn’t learn anything about this in xenomarine biology school, as far as I can remember, but other creatures depend on them, and the Na’vi (the blue guys) can even talk to them about what’s going on. So now I’m pretty sure that the tulkun don’t like me, on account of all the killing, and they’re probably telling the Na’vi, who already didn’t like humans very much, because of [THIS SECTION REDACTED BY REQUEST OF RDA DEPT. OF PUBLIC INFORMATION].

Anyways, it all sucks. I muddle through, thanks to my tumpasuk beer. I’ve been brewing a lot of my own, and have even worked out something like an IPA. It’s pretty good.

I’d Rather Be on Earth,

Ian

PS Thanks for telling me about Dad. I guess he won’t need the amrita you guys will receive in 2175. You didn’t mention anything about the dog, but probably she’s dead too. :(

April ??, 2170 (??)

Beloved Mother, she who brought forth life, sister of Eywa,

All I do is drink beer, kill tulkun, and cry. I’ve been reading a lot about the Na’vi (the blue guys). They’re very spiritual and cool. Did you know they believe the tulkun are their brothers & sisters? And we’re just killing themn. It super sucks. The whales have their own songs and poetry & stuff. They’re brains are like twenty times the size of a humans’s brain! Because I am immortal, I have access to all knowledge of all time, but still, it’s pretty impressive. I’m trying to be a little more Na’vi about stuff, you know? I’ve never actually talked to a Na’vi person but I like to think that we would get along. I have even got a couple of Na’vi tattoos. This one here on my arm means, like, “the great cycle of life” I think, and then this one on my lower back is more sensual.

RECOMMENDED FOR YOU My Boyfriend Keeps Stalling on the Cure-All for Our Problems in Bed Help! I Belittled a Former Co-Worker. But She Kind of Deserved It. We Opened Our Marriage. My Wife’s First Choice Freaked Me Out. Today a bunch of fake Na’vis borded the SeaDragon. I say fake because they were clearly Earth soldiers in Na’vi bodies somehow. I didn’t like it, although I did like when they yelled at Captain Mick, who’s a total jerk. We’re going outon a mission to [REDACTED]. I’m just glad we won’t be doing anything bad to any tulkun for the next couple of weeks..

Mom, being immortal is dumb. If you somehow get this letter before you use the amrita I sent, maybe don’t use the amrita. All I do is drink beer, kill tulkun, and cry. I spend a lot of time alone in my tiny cabin which is the smallest one on the SeaDragon even though I am the chief scientist and also immortal. I don’t like the person I’ve become, and now I have to be this person forever, because I no longer age. As far as I know, a tulkun could crush my boat and catapult my body into the raging sea, and even that wouldn’t kill me. Not that that would ever happen, because another thing about tulkun is that they’re total pacifists. Captain Mick calls them babies, but I think he’s the baby!!

I’ll write you when we get back from this stupid trip into the stupid ocean on this stupid moon that I hate.

Lvoe, Ian (mispelled in article)

https://slate.com/culture/2022/12/avatar-way-of-water-scientist-jemaine-clement-ian-garvin.html

[fanfic-stories-and-plots]

This was a fleeting thought awhile back. Plot Idea for Avatar: The Way Of Water:(set before the final battle and Ronal’s Spirit Sister dies) Spider was good with computers. Even though he spent a lot of time with the Omaticaya, the scientists still taught him to read and write and other subjects. One of the scientists thought it would be fun teaching him how to hack into computers.

Spider never thought it would come to use. While on the Sea Dragon, he is able to hack into one of the computers to give Norm and the others intel on what’s going on. Ian Garvin catches on and never says a thing to the others. Ian sees a child/teen that wants to do good. He tries to watch over Spider whenever possible. It helps that the teen has a willingness to learn. I feel like Spider’s relationship with the scientists weren’t fully explored in the movie and I never read the comics. I feel like Norm and Max would be protective of Spider. That and there isn’t a lot of fanfics with Ian Garvin in them.

Quaritch will be too focused on revenge and will treat Spider poorly. Because of this, I think Ian will try to become a father figure to Spider. If possible, can Scoresby find the error of his ways? Maybe seeing Quaritch being an absolute monster will help.

[silfernau]

OK for day 3 of @recom-week , hear me out-

Size Difference 😈 Shy scientist x Big Recom Colonel.

EXPLICIT CONTENT 🔞

Yknow how Garvin is all impressed and shy around Quaritch, and how Q absolutely disrespects this man?

Anyway it stirs something inside of the big blue alien 😌

Garritch time <3