#Tracy bros

[thunderbirdsaregovf]

I wanted to try this “no details” drawing style. I also like the effect of the character coming out of the colored background.

#thunderbirds are go #tracy bros #fanart

[heardchef]

#im tryna be the dog so fuckin bad bro #WOOF WOOF WOOF #the coat over the shoulders is so fucking hot #ayo edebiri #cmagazine #photoshoot #tracy nguyen #thom browne #fashion #dailywoc

[flyboytracy]

#Thunderbirds Are Go #Bolt from the Blue #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Earth and Sky #days since big bro brooped a lil bro up: 0

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 9 - Rebalance

Stepping away from the main event a little for a look at how the Tinies are doing…

❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛

Thunderbird Two sat steaming on the icy concrete of the hospital’s helipad. It was a bright morning in Calgary but everything was deeply, deeply white. It was only marginally above eyeball-freezing temperature and it would definitely have been more sensible to wait for Grandma to finish whatever argument she was having with the pharmacy inside… either inside the ship, or the hospital. But Gordon didn’t seem to want to do either of those and Alan sort of got it, so… here they were.

Alan paced the length of the big green behemoth. Slowly. Carefully, testing each step before putting his weight on that foot. He didn’t want to slip and cause an incident. If only they’d suited up his uniform boots would have been far more grippy… and warmer. Still, he needed to concentrate on something and the act of walking was, ironically, safer ground than most of the other options. He shivered.

“You alright, Allie?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” He didn’t look around. Focussed on placing his feet one at a time into the footprints he left on the last pass.

“Well I dunno, perhaps the horrifying experience of our most consistent, reliable elder brother suddenly losing his sanity, yelling at our dead father and nearly throwing himself and Scott down a cliff?”

Alan flinched. Then looked down at Gordon who was crouched by one of Two’s struts, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy. He looked young, and lost and in need of a big brother. But right now there weren’t any available, only Alan the perpetual younger brother. Alan the baby who needed protecting from everything. Alan the small and incompetent who hid a terrible secret inside.

If Gordon knew… if Scott and John knew… what if Virgil told them? Did Virgil even know?

He may only have been a little kid but he had been smart enough to know he’d messed up. Smart enough to join the dots between his clumsiness and Virgil getting sick. He hadn’t been smart enough to understand why one brother had left him, but he had known he was to blame for nearly losing the second.

He grit his teeth and started pacing again.

And then paused and made a U-turn back to where his usually irrepressibly sunshiney brother huddled, stony-faced in the shadow of his wingman’s ship. Alan crouched alongside him and they both stared into the distance for a while.

“This sucks.” He ventured.

“Yup.”

“You alright?”

“No.”

Alan let out a humourless laugh.

“Sorry, stupid question.”

“I asked it too.”

“Yeah, and I lied. Sorry.”

“S’ok.”

He really wasn’t very good at this. He tried to think what Scott or Virgil would do, and mostly the talking bit happened later… the first response to a sad sibling usually boiled down to one of those magical all-encompassing big brother hugs. But surely he needed to be bigger than Gordon for that to work? Alan was the baby, he didn’t have the arms for it. Didn’t have the presence.

Yet… maybe it wasn’t about size. Thunderbird Three was, after all, a lot bigger than Two. But Two’s wings had an unparalleled ability to shelter them all. While Three was adventure, Two was safety. And Four, Alan realised, depended on her more than any of them.

Right now Four needed Two badly.

But Three was better than nothing.

He held his breath and reached around Gordon’s shoulders and pulled him close. His elder brother stiffened for a moment, clearly conflicted. Then seemed to melt into Alan’s side with a gasp. Alan wrapped his other arm around him and squeezed tighter.

“What if we don’t get him back, Alan?”

“We will. He will be ok.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No, but… I’m hoping really really hard.”

“I guess that’s all we’ve got.”

“That and… we always have each other? Tracys stick together no matter what, right?”

Gordon huffed a small laugh from somewhere in the vicinity of Alan’s armpit.

“What?”

“You’re just a teeny tiny Scott clone, you know that right?”

“I’m not that small!”

Alan flicked Gordon on the ear. Gordon jabbed him in the side which made him squeal uncontrollably. They scrabbled for a few moments before both tipped over and lay there for a minute, laughing the kind of laughs you laugh when the only other option is to cry.

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Sally hurried out of the lift, dragging a small suitcase and clutching the paper pharmacy bag she’d had to shout down three junior pharmacists and two senior to obtain. Turned out, even when you have the consultant psychiatrist convinced, the pharma team were very reluctant to dispense an older drug, even if it had been proven to work well on a particular patient in the past. She didn’t have time to mess about with the shiny new third gen antipsys when she didn’t know how her boy would react. She just needed some certainty. They all did. That she’d managed to make them see sense without having to use the Name was professionally satisfying. She didn’t really want to risk that kind of speculation right now. People could be unkind about things they didn’t understand.

Somewhat apprehensive as to what state Gordon and Alan might be in, she was surprised, although not unpleasantly, to find both younger brothers on their feet, brushing slush from their clothes and hair… flicking it at each other just a little more than seemed strictly necessary. She raised an eyebrow in askance then lowered it, deciding not to go there. Whatever kept these two going right now was fine by her. She hugged them both briefly but hard, then heaved the case on to the platform.

“Right boys, let’s go home.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #alan tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #thunderangst #what is a big bro anyway #tw: mental illness #Resurface fic

[tbirds]

February Photos….

Gordon helping to make custard for his birthday cake 🎂

With his leisure pass and goggles on ready for a birth swim 🏊‍♂️

And his day out to the park 🦆

All of us - eating snacks & being cosy and cute 🥰

#plushie squad #t birds #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #tracy bro’s #tbirds #tracy boys

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: A Promise Returned (FFF221)

@flashfictionfridayofficial - my first one! [#FFF221 Spine in a Twist]

Thunderbirds are Go! Characters: Gordon, Virgil Summary: Gordon sees things for what they are, and won’t take no for an answer - content warning: back injury, mentions of chronic pain Words: 887

*****

Virgil awoke with his heart in his throat – because sleeping it off hadn’t worked. Still sore from the rescue two days before, his back twinged in rebellion of him simply blinking. He was loath to imagine the severity of its protest once the rest of his muscles started working, when he actually stepped out of bed to grace the day.

One thing at a time. Just one, then the next.  Like he’d been doing all day yesterday.

He’d slowly managed to brush his teeth and shave his face and was just peeling his nightshirt off when he heard a knock on his door.

“A moment!” he growled, wrestling the shirt off the rest of the way before throwing on his preferred flannel on his way to the door. “What?”

Gordon ducked underneath Virgil’s arm, assuming that gave him entry, glanced around his dimly lit bedroom before spinning back to narrow his eyes at Virgil’s unbuttoned shirt and unkempt hair. “Remember how you said I could talk to you about anything?”

“Of course.” Virgil closed the door softly to give them privacy.  His siblings all knew the same; he prided himself on being a listening ear, but the reminder coming from Gordon harkened to a promise made long ago. At the time, his younger brother had been wheelchair bound and quiet. Uncharacteristically so. The words were an oath that he’d be there for him always, without judgment. Eventually, he’d managed to get confirmation of what he already knew – that Gordon was holding in emotions surrounding his injuries that desperately had needed to be shared.

For him to call upon the words now? It meant serious business.

“We need to talk about you -.”

“What about me?”

“-and the way you’re walking like you’ve got a spring pulled taut back there.”

“I haven’t.”

“Please,” he scoffed. “You can pretend in front of Alan, smile it away in front of John. Hide from Scott all you want. But you can’t fake it in front of me. You’ve been walking away when Scott’s focused on work, so he won’t notice. But I’ve noticed.”

“It’s not that bad.” Virgil crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ve already got the plane prepped to fly you to LA.”

Virgil frowned. LA meant Cedars-Sinai. Cedars-Sinai meant Gordon’s spinal doctors.

“I don’t need the hospital.” It definitely wasn’t that bad.

“Virgil!” Gordon mirrored his defensiveness and squared his shoulders as he huffed in exasperation. Moment by moment, Virgil watched him forcefully work to soften his frustration, so that by the time he spoke, it was sincere and without the blaze of fire he knew the aquanaut shared with their eldest brother – under the right circumstances. Virgil was already irritable, but Gordon’s obvious attempt to placate the situation he created in the first place infuriated him. He was about to tell him to kindly find his way out of his bedroom, but Gordon’s tone caught him by surprise.

“It’s me, V.” Gordon placed his hand over his heart, his eyes bright and earnest. “I don’t mention the hospital just for the fun of it. You know that. And I know what a back injury looks like. I lived it. I still live it, every day. Chronic pain is no joke. And I don’t want anyone to have to go through what I went through – not you, not any of our brothers, not even the Hood. So, if you could please just come with me to Tracy One to get your back checked out so you don’t have to join me every morning for yoga, that would be great.

“I haven’t told Scott yet. We don’t even need to mention it unless there’s something to mention, if you want. I’ll ignore John when we leave. I mean, he hates that, but I’ll still do it if it makes you feel more comfortable. But please just come. I can’t make the pain go away, but I know you’re hurting, so let me do this for you and I’ll –“

“Gordon, stop.” Virgil held up his hand, palm side out, his voice crackling with emotion. Because he had been purposefully skirting around Scott’s prying eyes, waiting to move until his brother was fully distracted. And that in itself was proof enough that he knew, deep down, what he was feeling wasn’t normal. He’d been scared of what it meant to admit it to himself.

He had expected he could hide it, that it would just go away after a number of sleeps, but of course, of course, Gordon saw it for what it was.  

“Do you really think it could be that bad?”

“If it’s your spine? I’m not willing to wait to find out.” The compassion and understanding in his brother’s eyes shone brightly. “So you’ll come?”

Virgil lowered his gaze to the floor, “Yes, I’ll go with you. But just so I don’t have to do morning yoga!”

Gordon grinned finally, but with an apology in his expression as he pulled the hoverchair he’d left in the hallway into Virgil’s room. “Yoga not your speed?” he said, in an attempt to distract him.

Virgil grimaced, lowering himself with resignation into the support of the chair that had once been Gordon’s prison for months. He swallowed his fear, and quipped with a pained smile, “No. Mornings aren’t my speed.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #flash fiction friday #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #for the love of Fishtank #bros helping bros #tw chronic pain #tw back injury

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Jeff: So, what do you do when y'all retire?

Samuel: I think I'll go live on an island in a cabin. Pretty quiet and peaceful.

Charles: I think I like the idea...

*Samuel and Charles proceeds to glance at Jeff*

Jeff: Oh no! You are not thinking to come living on Tracy Island just so you can have an excuse to pester me!

*Cue baby eyes from the two old seadogs. Jeff looks at the Camera like he's in the office*

@uniwolfcorn @teapotteringabout @skymaiden32 @knyee @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @amistrio @thundergeek59 @riallasheng @room-on-broom @mariashades

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 1965 #stingray #stingray 1964 #captain scarlet #captain scarlet and the mysterons #jeff tracy #samuel arthur shore #colonel white #charles gray #nadrac's random muses #Thunderfam #To say Jeff understands Scott about younger siblings #he definitely does :3 🤣 #Jeff is a suffering 'Older Bro'

[gavin-reed-is-gay]

#detroit: become human #dbh #connor rk800 #rk900 #rk1700 #rk bros #while I understand why rk1700 is a thing #I literally can’t see them as anything but brothers #maybe cause I love hankcon and reed900 #but the thought of rk1700 as a ship is appealing to me #not only cause of the angst potential #but also because the tracis which both look identical with some changes just like the rk’s got together as well #and the tracis are played by Bryan’s wife Amelia so it kinda fits #mine #mine: polls #mine: dbh

[thunderbirdsaregovf]

I bought stickers not long ago so I have cover pages for each brother ❤️. I could only do the brothers because I didn't have enough to do the others 😕

Besides, soon I will post other thunderbirds wallpapers (including Scott's that I started again because I didn't like it 😅)

#thunderbirds are go #Tracy bros #Fanart

[soniabigcheese]

Happy Lunar New Year 2024

Just a few pics of the Tracy bros plushies having fun

Firstly a warm welcome

Then ... the tinies have been left alone with the dragon. Alan did ask permission from John

This doesn't bode well, as I've seen that look before

"Help!!!! It got me!!!!"

Um ... Gordon? What you doing back there?"

Sooo fluffy!!!

*sigh*

@janetm74 @dragonoffantasyandreality @cg29 @psychoseal @tbirds and anyone interested

#thunderbirds are go #tag team plushie squad #tracy bros plushies

[chasing-chimeras]

“big doe eyes, amazing, she's everything I've been praying / my heart palpitation, she looks like the type to break it / me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house / I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch” – slumber party by ashnikko

Gwen in Red Flags

“Both of them?!”

“Aw, no bitches, Nolan?”

#gwen teen wolf #gwen teen wolf moodboard #gwayden #gwen x hayden x tracy #teen wolf au #teen wolf moodboard #college au #sapphic polyamory #polyamory moodboard #poly triad #red flags #red flags edit #my edits #please don't flag this one too tumblr i promise it's so sfw i swear to god bro

[flyboytracy]

#Thunderbirds Are Go #Runaway #Scott Tracy #bro would do anything for love...but he won't do that

[thatkidwholikesthunderbirds]

"Corporate needs you to find the differences between these two pictures."

Gordon making a groundbreaking discovery, Squirt is actually a Pokémon.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanart #thunderfam #thunderbirds oc #sea-squirt tracy #gordon tracy #kidthunder's art #sfw interaction only #i recently started playing super mario bros wonder #and i absolutely love the backgrounds #so yeah thats where the inspiration for the scenery came from

[tbirds]

Welcome to our December photo dump…

Here we are wrapped in glittery tinsel 😊

Gordon made sure the key for Santa was on the tree 🎄

Virgil drank loads of coffee

Scott had a Whiskey and a headache in the morning

We all got dressup costumes for Christmas 🎄 We can also use them at other times throughout the year

Scott’s is a police outfit, Alan’s a Snowman, Gordon is a reindeer, John a Wizard and Virgil got his doctor outfit

Hope everyone has a nice evening and a New Year filled with lots of peace and love.

@alexthefly @ak47stylegirl @katblu42 @drileyf @gordonthegreatesttracy @dragonoffantasyandreality @inertplanetary @janetm74 @mrmustachious @misstb2 @psychoseal @soniabigcheese @sugar-fiend @thundergeek59 @weirdburketeer @godsliltippy @heckincuddlies @jbarkerstargazer @bonsaiiiiiii @the-lady-razorsharp

#plushie squad #t birds #thunderbirds are go #tracy bro’s #tbirds #tracy boys #thunderfam

[gumnut-logic]

TLC

What do we see here? Yet another sleepy Virgil fic?

Yeah, that’s all I had energy for. Gordy, you’re a champ.

Hope you enjoy these first words in ages, there not much, so don’t expect much, but they are something at least ::hugs the lot of you::

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Virgil groaned as he sat down on the lounge. He should be in bed. It had been a long day…or days, he wasn’t really sure what the time was.

He’d settled Two in her hangar. If she had been horse, she would be lame, limping home with a leak in her hydraulic system messing with her flight. She was barely safe.

Not that he was going to tell Scott that. She wouldn’t be going out before some serious TLC, but she got him home.

She always gets him home.

He closed his eyes and let himself relax back into the cushions. The sigh that hissed between his teeth was involuntary but truly expressive.

Every muscle was tired, but none more than those in his feet. Specialised footwear or not, he’d spent the entire day on running, jumping, and working the exosuit. You could put all the padding in the world in those boots and his feet would still ache.

Plus he needed to cut at least one of the toenails on his left foot. Time was a thing that he had been short recently and it was a job that had been too low a priority…until those nails started digging into his other toes.

Maybe he could fall asleep here. Just doze and worry about debrief later.

The breeze blowing in from the open doors tousled his damp hair and poked at the t-shirt and trackpants he’d thrown on after his post-mission shower.

He really could just let himself go and not worry-

“Virg?”

He kept his eyes closed. If he couldn’t see Gordon, Gordon couldn’t see him.

“You okay?”

His shoulders dropped just a little as he let out an apologetic grunt. His brother was only expressing concern.

The couch cushions dipped to his left as his fish brother sat down beside him.

Virgil kept his eyes closed. He really didn’t have the energy to open them.

“Caught your last rescue. You sure you’re okay? John was worried.”

Another sigh and Virgil let out some words. “I’ll live.” Then that last bit clicked.

Virgil opened his eyes and stared at his brother. “I’m fine. John has nothing to worry about.”

But the concern on Gordon’s face was sincere. “John had every right to worry. That was a thirty-six hour stint and just look at you.”

Virgil blinked. “What?” He wasn’t injured.

But honestly, he was too tired to care. “Got debrief, then bed. Problem solved.” He lay back again and closed his eyes.

Really, he was considering sleeping right there. Getting up was too much effort.

“Virg?”

“What?”

“There is no debrief. Grandma ordered Scott to bed.”

Virgil frowned. “Huh?”

“Yeah, he was exhausted as you.”

He barely grunted at that.

“So, I’m dragging you to bed.”

Gordon had muscle and lots of it, but Virgil was big and the thought of his little brother attempting to manhandle him… “You and what army?”

“Me and my silver tongue, big bro.”

Virgil groaned. He was too tired for all that sudden sunshine.

“So, you gonna go to bed, or what?”

Virgil still had his eyes closed, but he didn’t need them to see that smirk on the Fish’s face.

“M’feet hurt.” The thought of standing was just ugh.

“Your feet hurt?” The weight beside him shifted as Gordon stood up.

A moment later, Virgil would have flinched away as his left foot was lifted with gentle but strong hands…but it required too much energy.

“You need to cut your toenails, bro.”

Virgil didn’t even bother to grunt.

But then gentle circles were being rubbed into the sole of his foot.

Oh god. “What are you doing?” Virgil sat up straighter, attempting to pull his foot away.

But Gordon tugged back. “Hey, relax. I got this.”

“Gordon.”

“Lie back a minute and I’ll pay you back for one of those post swim meet rub downs.” He held Virgil’s ankle tightly, but only enough to keep it in place. The Fish was stronger than he looked.

“Gordon.”

“Relax! That’s an order!”

What? But Gordon obviously had enough knowledge of foot anatomy because a knuckle pushed gently into Virgil’s sole and whatever he had been going to say melted away as that knuckle did good things.

There was silence a moment as strong fingers rubbed away ache.

“There…you see? All you need is a little TLC.”

Virgil didn’t answer, his eyes slipping closed again.

Those fingers gently lifted his other foot, letting it join in the magic.

His next sigh was one of blessed gratitude.

At some point Gordon started humming, but Virgil was beyond caring.

Time passed and muscles unwound.

Quiet words whispered near his ear. “You ready for bed?”

Umm…he rolled over. “Bed.”

Strong hands grabbed him and levered him upright, his arm was thrown over a shoulder, and he was moving. Several doors, whispered muttering, and he was lowered gently onto cool and soft sheets.

“Sleep, big bro.” A barely heard sigh. “You’ve earned it.”

He rolled over, curling into the bed covers carefully place over him.

And let slumber take him away.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #nuttyfic #FishTank #fishtank week 2023 #and yes it was a tss fic #Grandma did have to sit on Scott to get him to stay in bed and not worry about Virgil #He was just as exhausted #Gords had this one #Alan was puppy doy eyeing John out of orbit as well #all three big bros had a hard one #Grandma and tinies to the rescue #and yes I did come home from a very long day with sore feet #so sue me :P #sorry Virg

[ollenotter27]

Vernas Character Sheet!!!

♣️ FINALLY GOT V'S CHARACTER SHEET DOWN GUYS!!! ♣️

I'm really happy with how this turned out and I was very behind on getting this down since my computer crashed but I somehow pulled through so yei! Enjoy my lackasona, Verna Fletcher yall

#young artist #lackadaisy flimflam #anthro cats #lackadaisy #1920s art #tracy butler #artwork #1920s #drawing #lackasona #AHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!! #BRO THE SIDE SKETCH