#jane clayton

[saintlopezlov3r]

Jane Clayton🧭

The Legend of Tarzan

[chernobog13]

Mark Schultz’s beautiful cover for Russ Manning’s adaptation of Tarzan the Untamed.   The collection also includes the sequel story, Tarzan the Terrible, in which Tarzan discovers the prehistoric land of Pal-Ul-Don which, like all prehistoric lands, is populated by dinosaurs.

[mymanylives]

short filmography - Margot Robbie

The one and only Queen.

[craigfernandez]

YOU, JANE.

Africa changed people, changed them profoundly.

That was Lady Greystoke’s first thought when the British Officials arrived that morning to discuss the uprising of the Wanyamwizi just to the east of her plantation.

That her holdings were maintained by the Wanyamwizi’s ancestral enemies, the Waziri, put her and everyone within a 150 mile radius at risk, but it also meant that this plantation, as the center and densest population of Waziri in the territory, would be the first place attacked.

The representatives of His Majesty’s government treated her with the usual mixture of deference and disrespect that she had learned to expect from their visits. That she was the Lady Greystoke, Peer, and 42nd in line to the British Throne demanded it, but despite the title, her husband was still considered to be little more than a necessary curiosity and she, formerly Jane Porter, a Baptist Minister’s daughter from Baltimore Maryland, at best, was a charming little child that needed to be protected from her own naiveté.

“What we suggest is that you and all your closest retainers retreat to Mombasa today.”

Lady Greystoke could see the legitimate concern on their bright red cheeks, and when she refused their request, she could further see the quivering of perspiration that dotted their stiff upper lips.

“My husband is expected to return within the fortnight…”

“Lady Greystoke, within a fortnight this entire plantation will have been put the torch. I hate to insist, but as a representative of His Majesty’s government and the man responsible for your safety... I will order my men to bring you with me if you force my hand.”

Lady Greystoke, at 30, was a much different woman that the 18 year old that had first accompanied her father to darkest Africa 12 years previous. Africa had changed her, its rich soil had cradled her, given her deeper roots than her younger self could ever have imagined.

She merely raised three fingers, and within an instant 3 Waziri warriors were by her side.

The representatives of His Majesty’s government were taken aback. Was Lady Greystoke threatening them? They turned back toward their own escort of 12 officers, and were stunned to see them surrounded by 2 dozen armed tribesmen.

“I’m afraid you’ve caught us at a bad time, but I do appreciate your warnings. They are however, a trifle late. I myself heard of the uprisings last week, and I think you’ll be surprised to know that I was who informed the consulate in Mombasa. So to see you here now, informing me of the very facts that I had delivered to your superiors last week… You’ll pardon me if I find it all a little ridiculous. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have certain preparations to take care of.”

The Wanyamwizi arrived the following evening. There were so many that their arrival darkened the plains before the plantation.

They set up camp just within sight. Campfires were lit, and in the darkness they began their war chants. Promises of long deaths, the despoiling of women.

Within the plantation itself, the Waziri waited in silence. After the Great War, Lord Greystoke had had an armory built. Never again would invaders despoil his home. Never again would his people suffer because of their affiliation with him.

Lady Greystoke, amazingly, was allowed amongst the war council. Never in memory had the Waziri allowed a woman to stand amongst the Council of Lions, but Lady Greystoke, was more than an exception. She was the consort of the “Ghost that Walked Like A Man”. She lay with the shape-shifting Man-Ape that fed on human souls and lived in darkness of the night. She lay with him willingly, and sometimes, at night, the sounds that came from their bedchamber frightened even the bravest of men.

When the battle lines were drawn, she stood alongside the Leader of the Lion Cult and when the attack began, she was allowed the privilege of firing the first shot.

The half dozen Vickers machine guns came in handy. It evened the odds and kept the Waziri from being overwhelmed in those crucial first hours.

As the death tolls mounted, Lady Greystoke shifted from battlefront to the medicine tents, where the wounded were tended to by the tribeswomen that she herself had trained in the most modern medical techniques. So efficient, these tribeswomen had formed a warrior cult of their own, the Cheetah cult, known for their speed and cunning (Generations later, Kenya’s medical community would be littered with descendants of these women).

It was five hours into the battle, the sound of gunfire now a constant roar that deadened the senses, with the ratio of Wanyamwizi dead at twenty for every Waziri death, that’s when the tide suddenly turned; and it was immediately obvious. Mid-attack, Wanyamizi surging forward like ants, and then, as quickly as it had begun, their drums signaled a retreat.

It was Lady Greystoke that silenced the Waziri gunfire. She raised her fingers to her mouth and let loose with a series of sharp whistles that she’d learned from her father and within seconds, as the whistle traveled along the battlelines, the Waziri munitions were silent.

When they heard the screams coming from the Wanyamwizi camp, they knew that Lord Greystoke, “The Ghost That Walked Like A Man” had come home.

Lady Greystoke and the Leader of the Lion Cult exchanged a knowing glance.

“Half your men into your camp, the rest on reserve here on the battle lines should they be needed.”

The Leader of the Lion Cult nodded. He would have thrown all his men into the battle, but he knew better than to question the word of the DarkGod’s consort.

Even as the Waziri warriors flooded from the plantation, Lady Greystoke returned to makeshift hospital.

When the decimation of the Wanyamizi camp began in earnest, when their cries of terror filled the air like an awful storm of vengeance, the Waziri women began their songs of victory. As she tended the wounded, even Lady Greystoke found herself silently mouthing the words.

Dawn found Lady Greystoke exhausted and moving like a sleepwalker to her bedchamber. The Wanyamizi were in full retreat since dusk, so at least that was over. Tomorrow would begin the rebuilding, funerals would have to arranged and the plantation assessed for damage, but for now…

Lady Greystoke undressed slowly, dropping her clothes on the floor like the discarded skin of a snake. Layer upon layer, corsets and stocking…

Finally she lay naked upon her bed and waited.

He arrived not long after dawn. Though exhausted, she had waited to hear him bathing himself outside their bedchamber, washing the blood and gore from his body, washing the jungle, washing the month he had been lost away like a forgotten dream.

Naked, reclined, arms above her head, she heard him enter their room.

At 6’2”, Lord Greystoke, entered the room like a dog that had done something wrong.

She surveyed him, dripping wet from the bath he had taken, naked as the day he had been born.

“It’s done?” she asked.

“Yes.” His gaze was like that of a animal waiting for the signal to be fed. It floated in the place between them, wanting and yet not speaking of the desire.

She liked to tease him, to punish him for the time he needed to spend away from her, lost in the jungle.

She lay there naked, waiting and wanting, watching her God/King wait for the signal that would let him approach.

“So we’re safe?”

“Yes.” His voice dropped an octave. Staring at her with such intense hunger that he had forgotten himself, lived only for her signal.

It was always like that for him, to come back from the wild, to remember language, to remember the words. Coming back to her was always like remembering a combination to a safe with a treasure that he had forgotten had existed.

She motioned him forward with a wave of her hand.

His footfalls landed with the weight of eternity. Each step, heavy than the last, filled more with desire.

When they came together, they slammed body to body, landing heavy with want. She drew him tight with calves and arms…

Folded around him like a promise, she thought, “Africa changes people, changes them to the core.”

[behindfairytales]

icons of Margot Robbie in The Legend of Tarzan (2016) as Jane Clayton

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Margot Robbie as Jane Clayton. The Legend of Tarzan, 2016.

[tarzan-the-ctcrnal-lovcr]

| Uncovering | Chapter 2

A Jane x Tarzan fic by let’sgetthoughtful on ff dot net.

Rating: Mature  |  Word Count: 3,392  |  Chapters: 2/2

Summary: Some lemony meditations before John/Tarzan and Jane return to the jungle. Limited sketches. Rated M.

A/N: You know me—I can't help sharing hot thoughts… Please enjoy.

Jane, who had been sketching the terrain as they sped past, felt her mind wander to John. Still clutching her pencil, she studied him carefully and began to draw. Absorbed in his reading, he took no notice, leaving Jane the ability to observe uninterrupted. She appraised his intelligent face, his wild hair, his large, rough hands. Outwardly, he didn't look any different than when they had left the port, but something in his bearing had changed now that they were back in Africa. Was it confidence? Anticipation? Whatever it was, Jane liked it. Even after years together, he took her breath away.

Soon she was daydreaming.

...

[fallencrackships]

Crackship request from Anon

Margot Robbie and Bill Skarsgård

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Concept art for Tarzan (1999) by John Watkiss

[ladyclaytons]

# four big moods

[dragoneyes618]

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost.

Officially, anyway.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Dr. Facilier kisses each of his daughters on the forehead before they go to sleep, ignoring their protests, and he keeps an eye out for them in school-it is his school, after all-and when various gangs come to the door looking to recruit, he chases them away with a fearsome look and a cane and the threat of shadows devouring their souls-and he would do it, he would set the shadows upon them, for his daughters are the one thing he would never trade for power.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Mal and Hadie pass each other notes in class, and trade looks in the school hallways, and Mal orders everyone to leave Hadie alone, not to bother him, not to harass him, or else.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Maleficent still teaches her daughter everything she knows-spells, potions, incantations. Her daughter may be only half-fae, probably unable to do magic even if she was not on this cursed island, but she is still of Maleficent's blood and bears Maleficent's name, and she will not have any kin of hers shame her fae blood by ignorance.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Grimhilde the Evil Queen carefully and painstakingly teacher her daughter, Evelyn, everything she knows about how to make herself beautiful: the different kinds and brands and shades of makeup, what went well with what, what dresses brought out her best, the use of different moisturizers and creams, and so on. A good marriage may, after all, be Evie's only way off of the Isle.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Anthony Tremaine embraces his mother when she sits in the corner, weeping, and he speaks to her softly when she lies on her bed with no will to ever get up again, and he keeps an eye out for his sisters and cousins, makes different arrangements for them. He allies with whomever will give him the deal that benefits his family best; he drops off his sisters and cousins at various allies and pirates whenever things get too out of control at home; he occasionally takes over his sisters' and cousins' shifts at Curl Up & Dye, he stands up to his aunt and his grandmother-the only Tremaine to do so-and he gives little Dizzy a hug when she comes to him in tears because her mother doesn't love her.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Cruella de Vil will defend her son against the street rats of the Isle, bullying him for not being strong enough or fast enough or brave enough. She may see her son as nothing more than a servant, but he is a bearer of the de Vil name, and no slight against the honor of the de Vil name will go unpunished. And so she charges after her son's tormentors, shrieking and striking out with her cane, until it seems that her namesake and her home's namesake is well met indeed.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Cecil de Vil is the only one who ever calls his sister Ella anymore, and he is also the only one who can calm her down when she is in one of her rages.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Carlos and Ivy and Diego and Hunter de Vil are inseparable, chasing each other through the halls of Hell Hall, building a treehouse together, looking out for each other in school, punching anyone who bothers any of them, helping each other with their hobbies (Carlos' is science and gadgets, Diego's is music, Hunter's is computers, and Ivy's is fire), working together in school projects, accompanying each other to dangerous locations, and generally letting it be known that if one de Vil was hurt, the wrath of all the de Vils would be brought down-but never forming their own little gang, even though four could have been enough, because each of them secretly fear ending up like Cruella.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Gaston Legume Junior and Gaston Legume the Third do everything together, from the few times they bother to do homework to when they are mugging people in alleys. They have each other's backs no matter what.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Uma would die for her crew, and they for her.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Silas "Squeaky" Smee and Simon "Squirmy" Smee do everything together, protect each other, comfort each other, and help each other sharpen their sailing skills.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Samuel "Sammy" Smee looks out for his younger brothers, threatens to beat up anyone who bothers them, and teaches them everything he knows about sailing-but he will not let them officially join Harriet's pirate crew, and Harriet agrees with him, even though the twins pretty much grew up on Harriet's ship, for Sammy wants a better life for his brothers than his.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Mr. Smee makes it a point to take his three sons and row out to the very edge of the barrier and fish every single Wednesday.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Frederique Odette "Freddie" Facilier looks out for her younger sister, and watches her whenever their father is busy, and keeps an eye out for her in school, and lets her tell her fortune, and reads her lifeline, and lets her help to treat the wounds of injured teenagers who show up at the door, like their father taught them, and brings her along to explore the Isle with her, unless she deems it too dangerous, and they practice together calling on the shadows, and she'll sometimes take over her sister's shift at the arcade gift shop if she really wants to do something else, and on one of these occasions, when Freddie had taken over her sister's shift and her (only) friend CJ was visiting, and some people with a magic lamp showed up and accidentally brought Freddie with them to Auradon, as soon as Freddie had managed to bargain to stay, and was certain that this permission would not be rescinded-not immediately, at least, not if she behaved-her first thought was, What about Celia?

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Harriet Hook would die for her crew, and they for her. She refuses to leave the Isle until every single one of them is guaranteed a spot in Auradon.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Nasira and Jafar, despite loudly telling everyone and each other that they despise each other, and constantly yelling at and arguing with each other, will immediately start yelling at, arguing, and/or throwing things at anyone who starts up with the other. Nasira as good as mothered Jay, despite trying to keep her daughter away from her brother, and exactly half of everything Jafar's Junk Shop makes goes to Nasira. Not without some grumbling, and there is no fanfare-it is simply matter-of-fact, a fact of life.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but as Nasira's health starts failing, Jade joins Harriet Hook's pirate crew, asking to be paid only in medicine, and Jay checks in on her once a day, and Jafar's deliveries to his sister increase in frequency.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Jade and Jay pickpocket gifts for each other for their respective birthdays, and will allow each other to crash at their respective hideouts/ships when in need, and Jade, the elder of the cousins by three days (and she never lets him forget it) will sometimes slip him a trinket when he needs to fill his father's quota.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but the three Hook siblings have always been united, even when divided.

Harriet, the spitting image of their father, stands up to their father during his rages and tries to calm him down while Harry drags CJ to the crow's nest. Harriet always allows both her siblings free passage on her ship, even when Harry joins Uma's crew and CJ refuses to be part of her crew at all. Harriet teaches CJ how to braid her hair and gives Harry his first hook and tells them both stories of their mother.

Harry is the first to rush forward to defend his sisters, the first to join in their games when they were younger, always the one groaning and complaining about all the chores he had to do, but always the one doing a few of theirs as well. He joins Uma's crew instead of Harriet's, but if Harriet's crew is ever in danger, he leads his newfound crew into battle right alongside them.

Both of them keep a secret eye on CJ, the youngest, the one most like their mother in appearance, in some ways even more of a wild card than Harry is, for while Harriet is icy calm and thoughtful and Harry is quite the opposite, Harry at least has his crew to ground him. CJ does not, having refused to join any crew, having always wished to be alone; even befriending the witch doctor's daughter was mostly by accident. But Harriet and Harry will sometimes wake up to find CJ sleeping in a hammock strung up in a corner, having shown up in the middle of the night, and she will occasionally drop off random interesting and/or useful trinkets for them to find as gifts, and once she got to Auradon, why did she want to take Ben hostage? As leverage to get her siblings off of the Isle, of course.

It is known on the Isle that if you start up with one Hook sibling, you start up with all, so you'd better not start up with them unless you want to be stabbed with a hook.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Ursula boasts loudly of what Uma has accomplished except when Uma is in earshot.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Clay Clayton goes to Harriet Hook and offers to join her crew, to obey her absolutely, to work for her, to do anything she asks, in exchange for protection and sometimes shelter for his younger twin brother and sister, Clark and Clara Clayton.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost, but Yzla and Zevon stay up late at night whispering to each other, and Yzla looks out for Zevon and offers to help with his schoolwork, and they steal food and items for each other, and when Yzla joined the Anti-Heroes Club she thought, This way I'll be able to bring Zevon with me when Auradon takes us off the Isle, and when Zevon teamed up with CJ Hook to take over Auradon, he thought, Now I can finally get my sister off the Isle, like she deserves.

Love does not exist on the Isle of the Lost.

That's what Auradon tells itself, at least.

[margotrobbietr]

He married me.

[chernobog13]

Tarzan and Jane by Mark Schultz.

[moveslikeanape]

JDS 15 Fabulous Years Book This was part of a series of sets released by Japan Disney Store to celebrate its 15th anniversary, all came in 7”x10” black “books” that contained 2 movies, one on each side. Tarzan was paired with Toy Story 2. There doesn’t seem to be a list of them all, but other sets include: Snow White/Lion King, Little Mermaid/Hercules, Nightmare Before Christmas/Pocahontas, and Dinosaur/102 Dalmatians. The Tarzan set includes (in order of my pics) a postcard, pin, button, keychain, magic towel, and 4 (very) shiny stickers.

[behindfairytales]

Margot Robbie in The Legend of Tarzan (2016) as Jane Clayton

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[hannahhook7744]

Isle kids incorrect qoutes part 2;

Summary; incorrect qoutes as isle kids/villain kids/vks.

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--LeFou Deux is choking in their house or dorm in Auardin --

Claire (Claudette's daughter, the blonde pirate in purple): Lee's choking! Quick, Somebody call 911!

La Foux Doux/Foxxy: What's the number?!

LeFou Deux/Lee*stops choking* bitch, what the fuck?

(Claire is 16 -- same age as Gil--, La Foux Doux is 11, and LeFou Deux is 19).

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Zevon: Ylza is choking and I need to call 911 but The 9 button isn't working!

Freddie: I'll go get another phone!

Cj: Turn it upside down and use the 6!

Zevon: That's a genius idea!

Ylza *stops choking and looks at them* what the hell?!

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Hermie Bing: I just want one thing.

Reza: What?

Hermie Bing, arms crossed: an apology.

Reza: a what?

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Rick: Good morning, babe.

Mad Maddy: Go to hell.

Rick: I would not like to do that.

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Hadie: how can you not care?

Clayton: like this.

Clayton *shrugs*

Jade *elbows him*

Clayton: OW! what was that for?

Jade: doing that to an 8 year old.

Clayton: he doesn't care!

Jade: he does so! He looks like he's gonna cry!

Diego *taps Hadie on the shoulder * wanna get out of here while they're distracted?

Hadie, shrugs: sure. Can we get ice cream?

Diego: sure. Just don't tell Mal or your dad.

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Young Carlos: We nearly got surprise adopted today in the market.

Hunter: What?

Jace: He means kidnapped. We almost got kidnapped.

Hunter: WHAT?!