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Nice Photoshop job! (coming from someone who learned how to use it in school and forgot instantly afterwards) Also I think she would have just deleted the photo and/or simply cropped out her dog. Seems more fitting for someone who doesn't seem that sentimental.

I love how she's in her uniform in this family photo 🤣

I can imagine Mark being like, "Kath... do you think you could wear something else for this? Like, literally anything else? You're not at work right now..."

And she's like, "no Mark. I want both of my two true loves in this photo... my dog and my career."

Also... do u think she cropped Mark out of this photo when he assumed she was dead and married someone else? I would have 🤣🤣

The next episode starts and you just see this:

.... i should go to bed lmao

#star trek voyager #st:voy #captain kathryn janeway #1x01 caretaker

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This is so sweet ❤️ the baby Gordon idea is so cute and weird at the same time 😂

For the AU ask game- new neighbours au for TAG, Gordon and Penny?

Thank you! 😊

Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward was fit to be tied in so far a proper English young lady could be fit to be tied. This was the fourth night this week that her new American nouveau riche neighbor had found it necessary to watch some dreadful movie, full volume, in his flat at three in the morning. She had done her best to ignore him since had moved in a month ago, but exams were coming up and she was not going to lose the promised opportunity to work with her Great Aunt Sylvia over break if she got top marks because she had fallen asleep during her exams.

With as much dignity as she could muster in her pajamas and robe, she... well she didn't stomp over to his flat's door, but her footstep were very determined.

She did, however, pound his door.

It was the only way her knocks would be heard.

The sound muted, and a moment later all of the diatribe she had planned left her head.

“Aww, lamb, what's the matter?” she murmured, putting an arm around the shoulders of her obviously distraught neighbor.

“I'm sorry, the movie's too loud, isn't it?” he said, big brown eyes full of tears, “I miss them. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

She guided him back into his flat, nose wrinkling briefly, but still it was much tidier then her cousin's so-called flat, and sat them both down on a surprisingly decent sofa. She slightly more surprised to see a show she had watched as child paused, instead of the horrible American movies she had imagined in her head.

“Miss who?”

“My brothers. It's just so quiet,” he blinked, “uhm, I'm sorry, I'm Gordon Tracy,”

Penelope almost started to state her full name and quickly decided that would be too much for him to process right now, and he would probably start apologizing again.

“Penny Ward, yes, I was going to ask you turn down the volume a bit, but it sounds like you need to talk.”

He gave her a watery smile.

#thunderbirds are go #lady penelope #gordon tracy

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I love how Kirk can't drive in TOS and yet in the reboot he's speeding on his step-dad's antique car even as a kid. Crazy guy.

#star trek #star trek tos #james t kirk #james kirk #star trek memes #spock

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"Are we going to talk about it?" Scott asked, his gaze intensifying as his sister walked away without looking at him.

"I'd rather not," Kayo muttered, not stopping to see Scott's reaction.

"Did he hurt you?" he pushed, hastening after her. He grabbed her by a sleeved forearm, but just as soon as that she wrenched it out of his grip, only for her sleeve to fly several inches up her arm. And sure as anything there were bruise marks all the way up her exposed skin.

"I just said I don't want to talk about it."

Notes:

Not sure what the context is, just saw this prompt and thought it was very much these two - with Scott being overprotective and Kayo being over-independent (if that's a word)

I didn't expect this to be a Scayo thing, but that's where it looks like it's going! FYI I'm neutral on that shipping, feel free to interpret this however you like.

Have a nice day (or night, as it is here). 😊

"Are we going to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not."

"Did he hurt you?"

"I just said I don't want to talk about it."

#writing prompt #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #kayo kyrano

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Couldn't have put it better! Get some sleep btw lol

TAG as LOTR 2 📚

This is turning out to be so popular! Honestly I love all the discussion you guys are bringing to this and there's so much for me to try to reply to, so I'm replying with a new discussion opener instead I suppose

I'm trying to work these polls in a way that should allow us to gradually build up who is who to help with future decisions. If any characters end up tied for a vote, then I'll hold a deciding poll for those

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds au #lotr

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As someone who's struggled with depression, I can honestly say that the anger and self-blaming in Night is accurate. What often happens is that self-doubt turns into self-hatred, which then translates into drastic, irresponsible actions such as Janeway wanting to sacrifice herself before thinking through all of the alternatives.

I also agree that a disruptive event can temporarily pull someone out of depression, only for it to come back with full force after the event. I'm not sure if it shows that in Voyager, but if Janeway was really struggling with clinical depression, then that's probably what happened off-camera in the STV universe.

I made a this post before as a long reply to someone else but it really surprises me that some people feel that Night didn’t do a good job in how it portrayed depression because as someone who’s dealt with depression since I can remember it was an excellent and very accurate portrayal of depression. Some think that Janeway snapped out of and ‘got over’ her depression too easy in that episode but the first part was accurate to how, for example, ADHD people are shaken out of funks by an energizing event and the second part ignores that Janeway continues to be plagued by depressive actions for the rest of the series

#star trek voyager #mental health #mental illness #depression

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"How could you betray us?"

"You betrayed me first."

#davy jones & calypso

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It is indeed the Flying Dutchman and no one can tell me otherwise.

The Flying Dutchman ? - It is the Frigate Hermione

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Happy birthday, Nutty!

::whispers and muffled giggling outside::

"Shh! Keep quiet."

"Why? It's not like she can hear us."

"I dunno. It's meant to be a surprise, and that kind of translates as needing to be quiet, guess." ::shrug::

"Quit it you two. Just leave the goodies here."

"Do you think the cake will be okay? I mean not everyone can eat cake - health concerns, allergies and stuff."

"It'll be fine. It's the thought that counts. Plus she has family and friends to share with."

"And there are plenty of other snacks in the basket."

"Should we light the candles?"

::halfhearted shove::

"We don't know how long it will be before she finds it, dopey!"

"Leave the candles unlit. No fire hazards in this surprise."

"Did everyone sign the card?"

::nods from all::

"What about the present?"

"Inside the card. Gift certificates for art supplies, beading supplies and yarn store."

"And my recording."

"Gordon, no-one needs to hear you sing the Birthday song in five different languages."

"But, yes, that's in there too."

A very happy birthday to you Nutty! (I really hope I have the day right!!)

Oh, wow! ::tackle hugs you to the ground::

Yes, it is indeed one day after Gordo's birthday and exactly six months before Virgil's, so it is NUTTY DAY!

I love this! You are so kind to me ::tackle hugs you some more::

And Gordy, bday buddy, you can sing all you like :D

And yes, I read the green lines a few extra times cos they are green :D

::hugs you silly::

Nutty

(inclined to bring on the Virg a little more now I'm finally home and free :D )

#thunderfam #nutty day

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Please, from the bottom of my heart, please comment on the fics you like.

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Sounds fascinating 😂 I might actually incorporate this into one of my fics (definitely won't dump this idea into my waiting list…😑)

"I lived in a container for about 2 months."

"Oh really? How was it?"

"Quite terrible, but it was okay."

Just passed by a container terminal and came up with this prompt, thought I'd share it.

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This is why I never skip the TAG intro. It always puts a massive grin on my face. 😁

Me when I listen to the credits of thunderbirds 😂, tell me I'm not the only one dancing to the credits please

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds

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We probably all know how much Alan loves doggies, but I keep wondering what sort of dog breed he would get if Scott allowed it. What are your thoughts?

Personally I think Alan is definitely a Goldie person.

This probably won't get a lot of views so if you see this, I'd appreciate it if you could reblog for more votes! Thanks!

#thunderbirds are go #dogs #alan tracy #thunderfam

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FabFiveFeb Week 2

I was surprised myself by how quickly I came up with this. But since it's Gordon's birthday on Valentine's (somehow - thank you @squiddo-kiddo for the heads up) I thought I'd write something. So here it is.

EDIT: I forgot to say this earlier: in this fic Gordon is 11, making Alan 9 and the two older brothers in their late teens.

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Treasure Island

“Gordo, you sure about this?” asked a worried Alan as his older brother led the way through the cave with a flashlight in hand. It was supposedly one of the brightest you could buy nowadays, and yet the floodlight-like dispersal still failed to fully penetrate the eerie darkness of the cave.

“Don’t be such a baby, Alan. Of course it’s safe. What could possibly go wrong?” Alan’s comment failed to wipe the wide grin off Gordon’s face. His sandals made a quiet splash as he treaded through a puddle with Alan close behind him. The waters below flowed soundlessly through the cavern, appearing murky black even despite the lack of pollution in these parts.

“I don’t know about this,” Alan continued nervously. The diving kit Gordon had made him carry for him sank his left shoulder as they tiptoed as quietly as possible on the seawater-drowned rock.

Dad wouldn’t have approved. Neither would Scott—or either of his other older brothers, come to think of it. But when Gordon had dragged him out of bed early this morning, he hadn’t had much of a choice but to go on a crazy adventure resembling something out of Enid Blyton’s Treasure Island. Dad was sure to be out for most of today, but Scott was sure to be looking for them by now. Not to mention Virg.

“Doesn’t seem like there’s anything here.” Gordon waved the light around, illuminating the dark eroded boulders overhead.

“Then let’s go,” replied Alan, tugging the sleeve of his brother’s T-shirt. He turned around hastily, and a scream nearly deafened Gordon when it reached his ears. Alan was clutching his arm, and he directed the torch to the head of the unidentified figure with a frown.

“Virgil?” He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light before Gordon had the sense to lower it. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just about to ask you the same question. You don’t know it’s safe down here,” said the taller teenager with a stern look. Gordon held his ground, though he was already unsettled by his brother’s bushy eyebrows that were tightly crinkled.

“Come on…trust me, there’s nothing to worry about. But don’t tell Scott,” he added quickly, “or John. Or Dad,” he said with a hushed tone. Virgil ignored his plea, his eyes instead directed to the small kit that Alan was still holding onto.

“Anyway…” Gordon decided to ignore Virgil, taking the diving kit from his little brother. He took out his goggles and rebreather, and put the gear on.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” came Virgil’s muffled exasperated remark. Gordon toed off his sandals, and taking a deep breath, he dived into the icy water.

It was February. Arguably not a great month for swimming in the ocean, but that never posed a challenge for the Squid Kid. The ocean was his playground, the corals his home. Corals. He switched on his headlight, the weak beam piercing through the heavy waters beneath Tracy Island. Everything was as dark as it had been above, until he spotted a familiar structure, colourful, blooming with life.

Corals!

He swam closer still, the small polyps waving in the soft currents. He smiled at the sight. But only a second later he realised what that meant. Corals meant sunlight. And sunlight meant he was no longer underneath the Island.

But he wasn’t ready to go back just yet.

He cruised past the corals, his thoughtful gaze caressing the colourful fingers protruding from the seabed. What a way to spend his birthday—only to have his brothers give him a good scolding when he got back. Not that it mattered, because they wouldn’t have agreed to let him go on a Pendergast exploration trip anyway, even if he asked nicely.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been before he reached the end of the small reef, and decided that it was time to go back. Everyone would be up by now, and probably looking for him as well as Alan.

He made it to the surface to find, just as he had expected, he was now in the middle of nowhere. Tracy Island was but a green dot in the distance, but fortunately he was in a good mood for swimming.

Scott Tracy stood on the cliff, his arms crossed. A sizeable bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, a side effect of the morning run he’d just had, his shirt partially soaked. He should have gone in to get a shower and clean up, but he was waiting for someone. Since Virgil had woken up and decided Gordon had gone on a solo adventure, he knew he was going to greet his maverick little brother personally and give him a good piece of his mind.

Gradually a murky yellow dot appeared in his view, growing larger to become a small boy with a golden mop for hair. Gordon reached the shore below him, greeting him with one of his mischievous, guilty grins. “Hey, Scotty…” He reached up to scratch his wet hair, his eldest brother showing no mercy in his stare. Gordon inched towards him warily, fully aware that this friendly Alsatian was about to turn into a wolf after his blood.

“Gordon, what did we tell you about going around exploring the Island like that?” Scott said simply. Gordon squeezed an awkward smile.

“That it’s dangerous?”

“Yep.” Scott said no more, hoping the boy would understand his meaning. He probably did, but pretended not to. He held the look for a second more before it collapsed into a petulant frown.

“Come on, Scott, none of you would’ve let me go down there anyway! You guys are no fun—and I can’t stand that,” he moaned, raising an eyebrow of his brother’s.

“You know why that is. And it’s not like you found a trough of treasure down there,” Scott said, standing firm. “But since it’s your birthday, I might just let this one slide.” His look softened, and Gordon’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“Really, Scott? That’s amazing!” Gordon sprang towards his brother, where he was greeted with a headlock from Scott that almost strangled the much smaller boy. He looked up with a dubious look to see that big brother was smiling.

“Happy birthday, Gordon.”

#fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2024 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy

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Don't underestimate your influence

#thunderbirds #star trek

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FabFiveFeb Week 1

This is a short one (part of a larger fic I've been working on - should be done in a few days), inspired partly by @gumnut-logic 's Scott prompt 'necklace'. I've noticed this one is a popular one…thought I'd try a 'failed Valentine's' take on it. Anyway enjoy!

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“Who’s this for?” Helen asked dreamily as she fingered the fine silver chain on the edge of Scott’s desk. A clear blue gem hung on it, sparkling in the late morning sun that was pouring in through the huge windows.

“It was my mom’s,” he replied absentmindedly. He was more interested in getting back to the work that she’d interrupted than in the pendant necklace that had always been kept in the office. He turned his gaze back to the papers he’d been working on, but she continued.

“Diamond?” she asked.

“Sapphire,” he replied more calmly than expected. He looked up, the stone reflecting in her own pale blue eyes.

She held the chain for a lingering moment before she put it down and left. He knew what she was expecting, that he’d give it to her. That was never going to happen, but then it only just occurred to him that Dad had given Mom’s necklace to him because he knew he might have some use of it one day. To give to someone. And he might have, if only he’d remembered what day it was today. February the 14th.

#fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2024 #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy

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I can't say I'm not surprised, but as I said before, I love Threshold! Happy belated Threshold Day (again)

the strangest thing about threshold is not the pilot turning into a salamander, it's not the salamander pilot and captain having salamandar kids, it's not the salamander kids never being mentioned again, it's that it actually won an emmy, that is not a tumblr joke it actually won an emmy.

#star trek #threshold #star trek voyager #threshold day