#Thunderbirds Are Go
myladykayo · 2 days ago
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I don't know why, but today I feel like championing my big fluff bunny.
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flyboytracy · 3 days ago
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         Scott Tracy’s very bad not good day 😩😩😩
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seathesilverlinings · 2 days ago
The EOS Dating Service is back!
The teenager had yet to let go of him since he pulled her and her brother from the rubble of what used to be their home.
It felt weird thinking of her like that when she’s probably only one, maybe two years younger than him. Her brother, who looked to be Alan’s age, was sitting on the bench opposite trying his best not to laugh, and Alan wasn’t sure wether the laughter is at his sister or at Alan’s obvious discomfort. Because he was trying not to let that show, but she’d been clinging very tightly to his arm for almost forty minutes.
After two more minutes, and a moment of eye contact that almost has both Alan and the brother bursting into laughter, the brother takes mercy.
“Hey, Tan, you can let go of him now,”
The redhead made a noise of disagreement and pressed herself closer to Alan’s side.
“Well,” He sat back with a shrug, and a smirk. “I tried,”
After five more minutes of a pressure that Alan is sure is going to leave him with bruises there’s noise and commotion outside, and finally a panicked voice.
“Matthew!? Tanya!?”
The girl still doesn’t release her grip but her brother is on his feet in an instant.
And Alan can see that he’s torn. Doesn’t want to leave his sister but desperate to see his dad.
“Go, she’s fine,”
“Thanks, sorry she’s being like this,”
Alan smiled and shook his head, and Matthew took off down the ramp shouting after his dad.
“He seems nice,”
Alan jumped at the sudden voice in his ear, and Tanya looked up at him, brown eyes still tearful.
“Sorry,” He pasted on a reassuring smile and tapped his ear. “Comms,”
“So does she,”
He tried to keep his voice steady and uninterested. “Noted EOS but not right now,”
“If not now, then when? You aren’t exactly going to see them again after this unless you put the effort in now,”
Tanya shifted beside him, loosening her grip.
“I’m sorry, I promise I’m not normally like this,” She let go completely and roughly wiped her eyes. “I don’t tend to cling to people like a monkey,” She sniffled. “Ugh, so embarrassing,”
“Don’t worry, you’re not the first one. My brother once had a grown man clinging to his back after a climb down a mountain. Dude wouldn’t let go,”
She giggled.
“Now, ask her for her number,”
Alan startled again and Tanya gave him a funny look. He laughed nervously.
“Sorry, there’s still stuff going on,”
He turned away from her.
“Not now EOS.”
“Who’s EOS?”
“She’s… She’s, my, uh… Niece, yeah, my niece!”
“Oh, cool name,” Tanya nodded, not seeming convinced.
“She’s back at home, she helps with satellite imaging and stuff if we need an extra pair of hands,”
“Uh, huh,”
“Tell you what, how about we go find your dad and your brother? Your dad sounded pretty worried.” He stood up and offered his hand to her.
She nodded. “Sure,”
No sooner had they descended the ramp than a man with the same flaming red hair as Tanya rushed her with a hug.
“Dad! Dad! You’re squishing me!”
“And now you get a first hand demonstration of where my sister gets her emotional clinging from.” Matthew appeared on the heels of his father.
“If not her then why not him?” EOS was back. “He seems nice too, interested even,”
Alan struggled to keep his composure, he could imagine his cheeks turning a very bright red, he’d blame it on exertion.
“Hey man, I never said it before but thanks for looking after my sister and not just ditching her, y’know?” Matthew was rubbing the back of his head. “‘Cause I know she can be annoying when she gets scared like that, and I even want to tell her to get off and leave me alone. So thanks, thank you for not doing that,”
Alan shrugged, noncommittal. “No problem, it’s what we do,”
“I know, you guys, you rescue people. But you’re a nice guy too and that’s what I’m saying thank you for I guess,”
“Ask for his number!”
“No problem, really.” It comes out in a rush of words. Luckily there’s a loud crash somewhere to their right which gives him the perfect opportunity to leave. “I better go,”
“Yeah, sure,”
“A missed opportunity, two in fact,”
“EOS, I swear, I hate you so much right now.”
She tutted in his ear. “I’m just trying to help you expand your social circle,”
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womble1 · 2 days ago
Scott yawned wide enough to crack his jaw.
“why don’t you go for a nap, we’ll call you when dinners ready” Virgil nudged his shoulder.
“no, I’m.....Fi---ne” his reply was split by another epic yawn.
“Quick, call the cops!” Gordon shouted, a massive grin on his face, “hes resisting A-REST!”
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Penelope: the tailor shows up tomorrow at noon
Gordon: great. While you do that, I'll check in on the ring bear
Penelope: Gordon, please tell me you meant to say ring bear-er
Penelope: Gordon. Look into my eyes and say 'I promise not to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.'
Gordon: I can't do that
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The Hood: It's easy to forget what sin is in the middle of a battlefield
Alan: Opposite over hypotenuse
Alan: Dipshit
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tippystreasurebox · a day ago
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Art by @sempaiko
The Deep Dark
Summary: Gordon loves the ocean and everything within it, but he forgets, monsters can live in the darkness.
Notes: So much thanks to @gaviiadastra for helping me proof this story and listening to me throw ideas around!
Also thanks to @sempaiko for throwing this idea at me and listening to me on my ride home from work XD as well as creating some AMAZING art for this fic!! 💛
The Sea at night was a treacherous lady, cloaked in darkness and ready to devour a ship at a moment's notice. Despite her terrors, Seb reveled in her grace and beauty, standing above her waves as they crashed against the ship's bow. He'd been a sailor since the moment he could board a boat, salty ocean coursing through his veins. That had been decades ago and still she held his soul. Never was there a time he would choose any other vessel to carry him across the sea.
Tonight, however, his lady seemed unusually still, save for the occasional rise and fall that barely sent a spray over the side. The captain would see it as luck, granted by their mistress herself, but the lad was young. Young enough to miss the way the ocean appeared to fall away into a starless void; not even a reflection over her surface. 
Seb saw it - should have questioned it - but his love was a mysterious woman. Who was he to assume he knew everything about her?
[Read on Ao3]
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sugar-fiend · a day ago
WIP Wednesday
It's been a while, Thunderfam! I hope you're all keeping safe and well 💙
Soooo, finally shifted the writer's block and have started writing again.
And since it's currently Wednesday here, I figured why not post a little WIP Wednesday snippet of something I'm currently working on Febuwhump - a little prompt requested by the lovely @janetm74 from this list 💙
It still took a moment for his addled brain to recognise who the voice belonged to. It was almost as if someone had stuffed cotton wool in his ears, which was certainly not helped by the reverberating sound still in his head.
"Virg… You with me?"
"M'here…" the response he managed to croak out was sluggish. Slurred. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Virgil wondered if he had sustained a concussion. "W'happened?"
Figured it would be nice to share the love, so I'm randomly tagging five others from the Thunderfam in the hopes that they will also share a snippet from one of their current WIPs too 💙 Randomly tagging (in no particular order): @seathesilverlinings @janetm74 @gumnut-logic @tsarinatorment and @myladykayo 💙
F.A.B. 💙
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gumnut-logic · a day ago
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Yay, I completed something! 😁💚💛
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katblu42 · a day ago
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I've been working on this guy on and off for all of art appreciation month. My art skills are about 20 years rusty, so he's not perfect, but I think this piece of art is done!
I really do appreciate how talented the many artists in the Thunderfam are! This was not easy for me!
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squiddokiddo · 2 days ago
I'm starting to think that we all own the same duvet sets...
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John: We call that a traumatic event.
John, turning to Alan: Not a ‘bruh moment’
John, turning to Gordon: Not a ‘major L’
John, turning to Scott: And definitely not an ‘OOF lmao’…
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flyboytracy · 2 days ago
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seathesilverlinings · a day ago
The EOS Dating Service has gained a very willing accomplice…
“Hey, EOS what about her, over there. The one with the purple cocktail?”
There was a moment of silence in his ear, no doubt their very own little cyber criminal was running a background check.
“Nothing in any of her files or social media accounts to indicate a partner. Though she does appear to have a dog, a… Toy poodle to be precise.”
“There you go Virg, you like dogs!”
Virgil put his head in his hands and groaned. “Remind me why I invited you to come with me again?”
“Because I’m great company,” Gordon grinned. “Besides, I’m your wingman and you could do with a little bit of extra curricular fun now and again,”
“He’s not wrong Virgil, You do seem extra stressed lately,”
“And I don’t remember inviting you along,”
“I can go wherever I want. I don’t need to be invited,”
“She goes where the technology goes bro,” Gordon swept his arm through the air indicating the many cameras and different kinds of technology in just this one room of the gallery alone. “What’s the dog's name, EOS?”
Another moment of silence.
“Oh, that’s cute,”
Virgil glared at him.
“So no to purple cocktail and Marshmallow, okay,” Gordon put his hands up in surrender.
“You asked for the dog’s name but not the woman’s?”
Gordon ignored him, going back to scanning the room.
“Oh, okay, what about that guy?”
Virgil saw one of the wall mounted security camera’s move slowly to the general direction in which Gordon was discreetly pointing, and reconsidered the life choices that had led up to this moment.
“Blue suit, flowery tie,”
Virgil found the man while EOS did whatever checks she did.
“Good looking guy,”
Virgil sighed. “Then why don’t you go ask him out?”
“Because, my dear Virg, my heart belongs to another,”
“You realise that Penelope isn’t actually your girlfriend, right?”
“Not yet, not yet, but in time,”
“Okay…” Virgil nodded, leaning back in his seat.
“Hm…” EOS was back from her voyage through social media and probably some restricted government files as an added little extra. “He doesn’t appear to be an ideal candidate for a long term relationship. Two very quick divorces, and from his socials he appears to have a different partner every few weeks. Nothing wrong with that of course, but not ideal for long term romance. On a positive note he does appear to have a very well looked after pet pig,”
That at least made both brothers laugh.
“Not the ideal candidate then EOS, no,”
“Okay, no to flower tie guy, and his pampered pig,” Gordon accepted with a shrug. “How about…” He scanned the room.
“You look like some sort of predator,”
“Shush, I’m working…” Gordon waved a hand in his face.
“White dress, blue hair, looking at the sculpture,” EOS had her own suggestion this time. “Her name is Natalie Brown. Musician, harpist. In fact, I believe she was playing when you arrived.”
“Anything else I should know, EOS? Any pampered unconventional pets or dogs with interesting names?”
“Hm… She has a gecko called George, and an iguana called Panko,”
Gordon’s eyes went wide. “Yeah, I don’t think…”
“Oh, no no, EOS please tell me more…”
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womble1 · 2 days ago
A bit of domestic sibling type fluff for your reading pleasure (I hope)
Also available on AO3 Here
“Al, what's wrong with this picture?” Gordon held his younger brother back with a palm to his chest as they both strolled into the living area. Alan glanced up from his phone which had been claiming full possession of his attention. 
“Huh?” Alan cast his eyes around the room, but came up blank.
Gordon helped him out by sweeping his arms towards the couch. Alan looked again and drew in a shocked breath.
In the sunken seating area, Scott was stretched out across a sofa, head propped up on a cushion, a book in one hand, legs crossed at the ankles. 
“That's right little bro,” he crouched lower, draping an arm over Alan's shoulder and lowered his voice in his best nature programme voice over impression. “Here we see a very rare sight, for a while it has been thought to be extinct by several scientific communities, it’s a resting Scott Tracy”
He crept forward a few steps, pulling a confused Alan with him, “Careful Alan, we don’t want to startle him.” he whispered. 
Scott gave up his pretence of ignoring them and lowered the book to his chest, waiting to see what they would do next, with an indulgent smile on his lips. 
Alan was nudged down onto his stomach behind one of the sofa backs. Gordon was propped up on his elbows holding his hands up to his eyes as mock binoculars. 
“Oh look Alan, we’re in luck, I think we’re about to see a challenge for dominance.”
“Wha-?” Alan was silenced by an elbow in the ribs and made to duck down flat, which only served to hide their heads, leaving their legs and backs splayed out across the hardwood floor for all to see.
Virgil strolled into the room, raising a quizzical eyebrow at his brothers impersonation of a rug, but decided it was best not to ask. Anyway, his attention was distracted by a far stranger sight currently sprawled across the seat cushions. For it truly was a rare sight, and for a moment Virgil was thrown, it was completely out of character to see Scott stationary for anything short of serious illness or injury. As soon as Virgil's brain supplied those final thoughts the worry came steaming in like a freight train. He redirected his steps for an interception course with the cause of his concern. Still a few steps out from his target and he was already putting a hand out ready to be placed on Scotts brow for the purpose of temperature checking. As one calloused palm came to rest on Scotts head, the other hand had snatched up the patient's wrist, twisting smoothly to allow access to the pressure point and to give Virgil a clear view of his own watch to let him gauge the pulse. Virgil's frown only deepened when these first two checks provided no further insight. Glancing down at Scott, Virgil was further confused to be greeted not with a scowl or stubborn declarations of being “fine”, but instead Scott wore a benign, if slightly bemused, smile. 
“You ok Virg?” he asked, peering up from under the large palm still draped across his forehead.
“Am I ok? - well, yeah, but what about you? What's all this --?” and he gestured to Scotts current reclined position “what’s wrong?” He released his brother's wrist and tried looking at the problem from a different direction. Namely from the feet up. Propped up feet, that could mean a sprain or a break, he carefully prodded at each joint from the knee down, only to be batted away with a paperback novel. 
“Get off Virgil! There's nothing wrong, can’t a guy relax for a bit in peace and quiet?”
Virgil narrowed his eyes and frowned “I’m not buying it,” his eyes took in Scotts prone position once again - lying down, that could mean a pulled back, he made a move to investigate, hands at the ready to get to the bottom of this mystery. However, his theory was proved false, as in a surprising display of agility Scott pulled himself swiftly upright whilst pulling his legs in towards his body, ending up crossed legged in the middle of the sofa, deploying the book once again to fend off his attacker. Which was all the more surprising given how much leg there was to fit on such a narrow seat, but he perched there quite happily like Peter Pan, an amused glint still visible in his eye. 
“It’s called relaxation, you might have heard of it?” he said with a chuckle, stretching one leg out to nudge Virgil towards sitting down on the now available end of the couch. “You were the one telling me to slow down a bit, but you look like you're wound tighter than Gordons ukulele strings.”
Virgil frowned, but let himself be pushed onto the seat, flopping down in a rather ungraceful manner. 
“Well I didn’t actually expect you to listen to me!” he said, exasperated. 
Scott snorted with laughter, “you can hear yourself - right?” Scott asked “I think you might be the one who needs some down time, here -” he tossed the book into Virgil's lap. “I’ve finished this one, shut up and relax and I won't tell you how it ends” 
With that Scott leaned back again, his head propped by the waiting pillow once again. Stretching out his legs he propped his feet up on Virgil's leg, with a mischievous wiggle which only served to draw attention to the hole in the toe of his sock. He let out a contented sigh, folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.
Virgil still wasn’t sure what was going on, but was drawn in by the cover art on the novel and soon found himself engrossed in the story. It could have been the perfect peaceful afternoon, if not for the voice that interrupted the moment.
“And now,” the breathy whisper continued its narration “we can see dominance has been reasserted and life will go on as normal within the herd,”
“What are they doing?” Virgil whispered to Scott, who had cracked open one eye and one eye only. He only got a shrug in response.
“What, we ask, will happen to the younger members of the pack, if the older, more decrepit members of the pride have eaten all the available food?” Gordon droned on in the same low murmur which still managed to travel quite well, Gordon never having truly mastered whispering.
Decisively Virgil snatched at the heel of Scotts holey sock where it still rested on his leg, tugging it off Scotts foot, much to said individuals surprise. A few quick movements and it had been folded into a tight ball and launched with deadly precision at the would be naturalists.
“Aggghhh!” cried Alan, scurrying away on all fours
“I think it's time we changed location, I fear the subjects have become conscious of our presence!” Gordon continued his narration even as he log rolled out of his partial hiding place, before jumping up into a crouching run and darting out of the open patio doors, Alan close on his heels. 
“Good shot,” Scott commented, before closing his eyes again, leaving Virgil free to settle back into his story. For now, at least, peace could prevail across the island. 
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vintage-soleil · 20 days ago
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sicahyart · 3 months ago
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Happy birthday to our favorite space ginger 🎉🧡✨ 
Getting some well deserved rest with his big bro. I’m posting this later than planned because I went stargazing a bit, saw some shooting stars, so maybe they’re freshly home from birthday stargazing too!
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willow-salix · 20 days ago
Figured I could share these now they have gone to their owners. Thunderbirds jumpers.
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The Scott and Thunderbird 2 I had patterns for but I designed the Gordon one.
Here are some progress shots.
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Can I request a Gordon in the snow doodle please?! My cuddly Gordy is desperate for snow and keeps begging me to take him skiing!
Here ya go.
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The squid and the rocket boi are having a snowball fight.💛❤️
Hope you like.
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gumnut-logic · a day ago
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Okay, so I had this not-so-brilliant idea of writing a bunch of little shorts relating to this post. But apparently, my brain feels the need to think up back story to the whole concept, so consequently we have much more fic than is really needed. ::headdesk::
Anyway, I will try again shortly and see what else I can come up with, because the permutations are to die for :D
I hope you enjoy this little scribble.
Scott Tracy was not good at waiting.
Not good at all.
John had reassured him that Virgil was on his way back, but man it sucked having to wait for his – for any of his little brothers.
Why did they do this again?
Oh yeah, to save lives.
Part of him wished they could save themselves and he could keep all four little bros safe on their idyllic tropical island.
He grit his teeth as he paced back and forth in front of Two’s discarded module.
Just as the mammoth hole the Mole had left in the landscape started spewing dirt and his brother’s craft threw itself onto the surface.
Its cutting blades immediately ground to a halt. Dirt and dust settled slowly on everything in the sudden silence.
Scott was moving before thought.
He skidded to a halt at a safe distance from the Mole. The dirt covered hatch finally opened and his brother was climbing out, his uniform covered in that same dust and dirt. He didn’t even look at Scott, busy attending to the miner he’d dug down there to save.
You know, dug through kilometres of far too hot rock to reach the man who had been stranded in a mine that should never have been dug that deep in the first place.
Scott’s interactions with the mining officials had been sharp and to the point.
John was on it.
Scott had no doubt that there wouldn’t be much left by the time John had finished with them.
Paramedics rushed in and took the miner from Virgil’s hands as Scott was finally able to run over to his brother.
The heat radiating off the Mole was horrid. “Virg? You okay?”
His brother was caked in dirt and as he turned to face Scott, he wobbled just a little. He reached up, unclipped his helmet – how his brother was able to see through the smeared plexiglass, Scott had no idea. He reached up and helped Virgil lift the disgusting mess off his head.
Scott was ever so grateful to see his brother, even as pale as he was in the evening light.
Virgil sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just tired.” He went to wipe his face with his hand but staring at the dirt on his gloves, reconsidered it.
His eyes switched to Scott, exhaustion in their depths. “Was a little hot down there.” He drew in a breath and stuttered. “Sc-Scott…?”
Scott dove and caught him as he fell.
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