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silverstarfics · 11 months

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And for today’s @thunder-pride I have... whatever this is. It ran away with me a bit. Also, why have I never written Brains and Gordon interacting before? Unless I have in which case why was that so long ago that I can’t remember it?! I had too much fun writing them.

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It was strange; Moffie had only visited for just over a week, yet Brains felt as if a piece of the puzzle that made up his life was missing now she was gone. It wasn’t logical and he hated it. She’d only been on the island for a short holiday, enjoying a free spot of sunshine and the chance to catch up, not to mention witnessing first-hand the engineering marvels which were the Thunderbirds, but he’d grown accustomed to her company. He worked well alone, but it made a pleasant change to have someone to bounce ideas off. His usual choice was Virgil, but it was difficult to make real progress on a concept when your companion had to jet off to save the world every few minutes.

So. It was strange. He kept expecting to spy Moffie’s coffee mug alongside his own, shifting his chair to make room for another, holding out a hand for a spanner before recalling that his friend had returned home that morning. This was what made it all the more surprising when someone pressed the requested spanner into his hand. He looked up sharply to come face-to-face with a mischievous smile complete with a dangerous gleam in those eyes. Oh, no.

“Hi, Brains,” Gordon announced sunnily. He pushed aside a collection of partly deconstructed circuit boards and hopped up to sit in the vacated space, swinging his legs like a child. “How’s it going?”

It was testament to just how lost in his thoughts Brains had been that Gordon had been able to sneak up on him. Not because he was particularly difficult to get the drop on, but because Gordon didn’t exactly make a secret of his entrances. He tended to bound down the stairs two, three at a time, usually whistling or already chattering away before even saying hello. Also, while he had learnt his lesson about walking in the hangars and Brains’ lab barefoot, those ridiculous sandals tended to make a distinct fwap sound like penguin flippers, so it was easy to hear him coming.

Brains repressed a groan. It wasn’t as if he disliked Gordon’s company, but he knew all too well what the conversation was about to entail. There was a reason why he’d turned down Virgil’s offer of lunch and retreated to his lab immediately after Moffie’s departure and it had nothing to do with his relative levels of appetite.

Alan still remembered his decision to wear cologne the last time they’d met with Moffie and refused to let it go despite his assurances that it had been purely to make a good impression on the rest of her team given he was unused to meeting new people. This had led to a week’s worth of teasing, elbows in ribs and knowing looks throughout Moffie’s stay and Brains really, really wanted to avoid the ensuing discussion. He’d spent enough time at university explaining that his close friendship with Moffie was purely platonic and frankly he had more important matters to deal with than entertaining Gordon’s matchmaking tendencies.

So.

“Hello, Gordon,” he sighed, pointedly not looking away from his notes on a new propulsion system for the dragonfly pods and silently hoping Gordon would get the message.

Unfortunately, Gordon was not so easily deterred.

“So,” he drawled, dragging out the word with another wolfish grin. “Moffie’s cute, huh?”

Brains resisted the urge to knock his head against the desk. “I’m s-sure she’d be happy to hear you s-say so.” A jolt of panic rocked him and he sat back up. “W-wait. You’re not…?”

Gordon tipped back against the heels of his hands with a loud laugh. “Don’t get me wrong, Moffie is adorable, but I’m not interested. Relax, I won’t make a move on your girl. Speaking of which, who would’ve thought? You’re a dark horse! But good for you, Brains. I’m proud of you, buddy.”

Brains was momentarily transported back to his university days. He’d thought he was past the stage of explaining this sort of thing, but apparently not.

“Moffie and I are not r-romantically involved.”

“Uh huh.” Gordon gave a solemn nod. “Sure.”

“I’m gay,” Brains said flatly, just about managing to keep himself from adding, and I’m hopelessly in love with your brother.

In all honesty, he probably derived a little bit too much amusement from Gordon’s reaction: comically wide eyes and actually speechless for what seemed like the first time in history. He quietly returned to his notes, sneaking the occasional glance at Gordon, not because he feared his reaction – Gordon’s type seemed to be just about anybody, so that wasn’t a concern – but because this was the longest he had ever known him to be silent and that was suspicious.

Gordon’s sharp intake of breath was instantly followed by a delighted, “Oh my god. Wait. Wait. Holy shit. Brains. You totally like Virgil!”

“No,” Brains protested loudly, like a liar. “Gordon-”

“I can’t believe John was right. Aw, crap, I owe him five bucks now.”

“S-sorry, what?”

“But it’s whatever.” Gordon flapped a hand. “Back to the point! You have feelings for my bro. This is fantastic. Oh my god, Brains-y, I could totally set you guys up on a date.”

“Never c-call me that again.”

“Aw, you’re no fun.”

Brains stared resolutely at his holograms and willed him to leave.

“I’m having, like, fifty realisations all at once. My brain might explode. Or implode. Everything makes so much sense now. Is this why Virg is the only person who can get you to join us for dinner? You even agree to movie nights when he asks. Oh, wow. You’ve got it bad, huh?”

“Gordon,” Brains declared in a forcibly calm voice, “Please leave.”

Gordon slid off the workbench with a fwap of sandals against tiles.

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop now. I mean, no guarantees about later, because this is just too good, but I’ll leave you alone for a bit.” Despite this claim, he hesitated, hovering by Brains’ side like a particularly irritating fly. “Hey, uh, Brains? Sorry for giving you a hard time about Moffie. I didn’t realise- Anyway. Thanks for telling me.”

Brains removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose against an oncoming headache. “Don’t worry. You’re n-not the first person to make that m-mistake.”

“Yeah, but we’re family.” Gordon twisted his hands in the hem of his shirt, looking genuinely upset about the misunderstanding. “I should know you better than to just make that assumption. I feel like a really shitty friend right now.”

“Why?” Brains finally abandoned his notes and leant back in his chair. “Gordon, I n-never told you. Unless you have s-suddenly gained psychic abilities, you had no way of knowing.”

Gordon’s shoulders slumped. “I guess. Anyway. I’ll leave you to your… Nope, I have no idea what any of those equations mean, but I’m sure it’s something super cool like time travel.” He slid a Tupperware box onto the desk. “Have fun!”

“What’s this?”

“Most people call it a sandwich.” Gordon shrugged. “You missed lunch, so I figured I’d bring you something.” He took on that wicked smile again. “Sorry, you lost out on Grandma’s famous cookies.”

Brains repressed a shudder. “Thank you.”

“It’s chill. Catch you at dinner.” Gordon paused in the doorway. “Oh, and Brains? Something tells me that if you ask out Virgil, you’ll like his answer.”

#gordon totally tries to set them up with a series of increasingly elaborate schemes #at some point they actually start dating but don't tell him just because they want to see how long it'll take him to catch on #the chaos gets worse by the day #thunderpride 2023 #thunderpride #thunderbirds are go

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denimbex1986 · 3 months

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'For All of Us Strangers—Andrew Haigh’s second ﬁlm about lonely gays in high-rises—the director tells George Fenwick about urban isolation, what queer people share between generations, and how to write a good sex scene.

When Adam (Andrew Scott) first sees Harry (Paul Mescal) in Andrew Haigh’s All of Us Strangers, he’s a literal beacon of light: a lone figure staring out from the darkness of the near-empty apartment building in which they both live. Adam, a screenwriter, lives a solitary life of writing, eating takeout and watching home renovation shows, but when Harry appears at his door with a bottle of whiskey, a cautious romance begins between these two lonely souls, adrift in the sprawl of London.

Loneliness has long been a fascination of Haigh’s—specifically, since 2011, lonely gays in tower blocks. Scott and Mescal perform isolation with painful precision, and I tell them this on a call to collect their four favorites, before I connect with their director for a longer conversation. Both actors demur, redirecting their praise towards Haigh and Jamie D. Ramsay, his director of photography. Ramsay shot Oliver Hermanus’s Moffie and Living, which also feature grappling, secluded protagonists reaching out for connection with gentle, dreamlike textures. “Playing loneliness, as much as you want to think about it, you’re actually really reliant on the DP,” Scott tells me. “In a very subtle way, it’s allowing the audience to just see a person in a room. The visual picture is very important.”

Haigh’s script, adapted from Taichi Yamada’s 1987 novel Strangers, also sends Adam into his past; while writing about his upbringing, the character takes the train to the suburb he grew up in and finds his parents (played by Claire Foy and Jamie Bell) in his childhood home—filmed in Haigh’s own boyhood home—the same age as the day they died more than 30 years earlier. Adam’s loneliness is countered by an innate desire to connect; as he bonds with Harry over their respective isolation from their families, he is also suddenly able to speak truthfully about his sexuality to the ghosts of his parents.

It’s in these impossible conversations that Haigh’s script finds its greatest catharsis. “I find the scene on the bed so upsetting,” says Mescal, “where Harry tries to make light of [his loneliness]. He tries to describe it as an inevitable thing, and you see true love between Adam and Harry, because Adam doesn’t let Harry off the hook—not in an unkind way. He’s like, ‘Why do you think that that’s okay? It’s totally not.’ He invites a very difficult conversation. [Adam and Harry] both serve as warnings to how dangerous conversations can be in a family setting. Adam has the privilege to go back and reinvestigate that parental relationship, where Harry doesn’t have that opportunity.”

Haigh, grateful for his actors, dives deeper with us to explore how he set about analyzing the relationship between romantic and parental love through Adam’s journey, the strangeness of filming All of Us Strangers in his own childhood home, and the slippery allure of clubbing.

Gay men from slightly different generations share a lot in this film—could you talk about why that distance was important, and what unites them? Andrew Haigh: I knew that I wanted them to be different generations. The whole film is about generations, and how we see the world, and how we love. I am really obsessed with what makes us different from each other, and also what makes us the same. It’s about what we share.

There is a younger generation of queer people that have had a very, very different experience than my generation, just like mine is different from the generation above. Sometimes you can get entrenched in what makes you individual, rather than seeing [that] we are sharing so much along the lines. Even though the world has changed so much, if you are any kind of outsider, you’re definitely not in the center of the mainstream. You’re on the edges of things, and it’s very easy to find yourself drifting further and further away. For some people, that’s fantastic, and they love being in that place. For other people, it can be very painful. Within queer life, sometimes that is drifting away from your family.

I love the way you depict urban isolation in the film. Why did you want to place Adam in this empty high-rise, and what does it say about 21st-century living? Urban alienation and loneliness is a real thing. We often come to cities hoping it’s going to be the answer. Lots of us grew up in the suburbs, and then we come to the city because that’s where it’s at, and when you’re a queer person, that’s where you feel like you have to go. But when you get to the city, it can be a very isolating place. It’s not easy to meet people, to communicate, there’s people everywhere, and you can get locked into your world.

For me, this is a film about someone trying to escape loneliness. I wanted, in the beginning of the film, to really sense in every frame his aloneness in the world and his need to reach out: he’s looking out at London through the windows, he’s going on the train back to his parents’, he’s always reaching out for something. That can be a difficult thing when you live in a city. You can get trapped.

How long did it take to find the perfect high-rise? It was a nightmare. The inside is actually a set. Very few apartment blocks would let us film in them, and most wouldn’t even let us photograph the outside of them, because they’re all run by huge multinational corporations. I knew I wanted it to be a part of London that is sort of new, so we tried to shoot in Vauxhall for a while, where all these new buildings have gone up. But no one would let us film, so this is in Stratford [a suburb of east London]. I like that, because it feels like it’s on the edge of something. It’s trying to be a new community, but it’s not quite bedded in yet to the surrounding world of that area. It was kind of perfect in the end: there is London, the city itself, somewhere out there on the horizon.

I went to the Westfield in Stratford to get my outfit for the BIFAs, and it does feel like the end of the world. That Westfield center, I mean, oh, my god. If we’re going to get to the end of the world, it’s that.

The way you shot the building reminded me of the monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey—the way it felt not human, and unknowable. It’s so grand and ugly, and you feel like it’s never going to move. It’s a really unpleasant building—I mean, I’d never live there, but for people that live there, I apologize. I’m sure it’s very nice if you live there for real.

You filmed Adam’s family scenes in your own childhood home. When did you decide that would be your location? How did it then feel once you were actually standing on set with the actors in it? As I was writing, it just kept coming into my mind. I was trying to write about someone going back home, so, of course, when I’m writing, I’m so in my own head, and all I could imagine was the memories of that place where I used to live. I left there when I was eight, and I’ve never been back before the film. As we were thinking of locations, I was like, ‘Why don’t I just go there?’

I quite foolishly thought it’d be fun, but then being there was a strange experience. It felt like it was haunted somehow, which is perfect for the film. But it was haunted by my memories of being there. It’s very strange how 45 years can go by, and you can still remember everything. I could remember what the banister felt like, I could remember what the doors were like, I could just picture everything once I got in there.

I think it helped the film enormously. Because [everybody] knew it was my house, they felt like they could be more open about their own memories of childhood. So much of it, when we were there, was us all sharing stories of when we were young, and that created a magical tone, not just from me and the actors but the crew as well. When you’re trying to capture something special on screen, it’s not just about what’s on the camera—it’s everything around it. It’s the tone of the set that you create. It’s the conversations you have with everybody that can help that appear on screen.

That’s clear in the scene when Adam comes out to his mother, which is so beautifully done. It has this humor to it—for queer viewers, a lot of the clumsy things that Claire Foy’s character is saying are so familiar. It took me a long time to write [the scene], and we were all quite nervous shooting it. I’m trying to do lots of different things. I don’t want to vilify the mother necessarily in this; she’s a product of her time. She clearly loves her son, she just doesn’t understand. The idea of her son has suddenly shifted. Also, you’re telling a story about an adult who’s got over all of this, you hope, and suddenly he’s been dragged back to exactly how he used to feel in the ’80s, when all of those things that the mother says are exactly what everybody said to us all of the time. It’s almost like the emotion builds up in Adam without him even knowing it’s building up.

I like the idea that the humor comes in at the beginning, and you’re like, ‘Oh, this is so funny, and I can’t believe they say that,’ until you realize, oh, yeah, that is what people said, and it’s actually affecting Adam. I’ve been very intrigued, as some people stop laughing earlier than other people in that scene. That’s interesting, because there’s a moment when you don’t laugh anymore in that scene, and you’re like, ‘Oh, no, this is painful for Adam.’ But I quite like what that makes the audience feel, because somehow they’ve become like an accomplice in it. For a lot of people, that must be like, ‘Oh, yeah, that is also how we used to speak, and how we used to feel.’

Let’s talk about sex. The way you portray sex throughout your work is so brilliant—it’s real and tender, and 45 Years is one of the few films I can think of that allows older people a sex life on screen. Could you talk about why sex is important to you as a writer, and why those scenes are important for your characters? It’s just what you said—it’s important for the characters. I’ve always tried to think, if I’m going to do a sex scene, what is it saying? What are we showing about the character? In 45 Years, it’s a scene when they almost reconnect in a very important moment in the film, and they can’t have sex, they don’t have sex in that moment. It doesn’t really work, and it has ramifications going forward. So it’s a fundamentally important scene.

It’s the same in [All of Us Strangers]. It’s about two people understanding what the other person needs in that moment. It’s really tender, intimate, and sexy—all of the things you want sex to be. It means something. They’re also having fun, and that’s really important for this moment in the movie. I know there are people now that feel like we don’t need sex scenes in film anymore. What I think people mean is—not to put words in their mouths—they don’t want sex scenes that don’t have any other purpose other than showing sex. There’s no reason for that. But lots of us do have sex, lots of us want to have sex as part of our emotional lives.

I have to read you a review from our Letterboxd community. Kristen writes, “You can’t have a Blur’s ‘Death of a Party’ needle drop followed by Pet Shop Boys’ ‘Always on My Mind’ and not expect me to cry.” How does music inform your writing and direction? With this one, hugely. It’s almost like a musical to me, this film. At one point, Claire’s character is even singing along to a Pet Shop Boys song. All of these songs were very, very integral, [and] most of them are there in the script stage. They’re chosen to have an emotional effect, and to comment on what’s happening: ‘Death of a Party’, for example, is a strange song to have in a club during that scene, but I remember being in that club back in the ’90s, and they did play it. But it somehow speaks to what’s happening in the film—this euphoria, but also a darkness that is overlapping.

The Pet Shop Boys song was very much in there from the [start]. I love this idea that a romantic ballad can also act as an apology from a mother to a son. I think that song weirdly defines that thing I’m trying to say, which is that parental love and romantic love are so wrapped up together. Our understanding of what we want romantically comes from how we experience love in a familial setting.

I want to talk about the club scene—in a lot of films this year, club scenes have provided such pivotal moments for characters. Can you talk about why you wanted to send your characters to an iconic queer venue, the Royal Vauxhall Tavern in London, and why that was an important turning point for Adam’s story? If you look at my own queer life, when I started feeling comfortable about things, I was going out clubbing a lot. In some weird sense, because time is very slippery in this film, their decision to go clubbing, which comes directly after Adam having that conversation with his dad, made sense to me. But the thing about clubbing and going out a lot, it is both incredibly euphoric—you’re in a collective place with other people like you—and there can be an edge to it that you can slip off. You can lose your moorings a little bit.

Queer clubbing is so fundamental to that community, and has been for a very, very long time, so I wanted to make sure there was a scene that felt like it was talking about both the highs and lows of what that can be. Plus, it’s a way for me—I don’t go out that much anymore—to go back and remember how I used to feel when I was out in those places.

You’ll have to have a UK opening party at the RVT. That’s what I thought! It’s definitely where there should be [one]—I spent a lot of the late ’90s in that place.'

#Andrew Haigh #All of Us Strangers #Always on My Mind #Pet Shop Boys #Andrew Scott #Claire Foy #Paul Mescal #Jamie D. Ramsay #Taichi Yamada #Strangers #Moffie #Living #Jamie Bell #45 Years #Blur #Death of a Party #Royal Vauxhall Tavern

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scarletgemstone · 9 months

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When moffy went missing

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(Moffy and Gregorio are seen seemingly relaxing when they hear something)

Gregorio “moffy what was that?”

moffy” I don’t know “

(Moffy gets his bow and arrow)

Gregorio “you don’t think they found us?”

moffy”no but we better find out what’s happening “

Gregorio “moffy I’ve been seeing some teddy bears disappearing and the man on the boat coming from the maw “

moffy “working for the lady no doubt “

(Moffy walks to the door)

moffy “come on “

(Gregorio puts his raincoat on)

Gregorio “ok”

(Gregorio and moffy sneak into rooms while trying to avoid enemies and the pretender Gregorio finds a Jack in a box he plays with it but as it pops up and scares him)

Gregorio “ahhh-“

(Moffy covers his mouth)

moffy “shhh”

(They near the outside)

moffy “finally made it “

Gregorio “yes lets go “

(They make it outside and sees the sun)

Gregorio “aww the sun feels so warm “

moffy “and the wind feels so good “

(They walk around)

Gregorio “I missed this so much “

moffy” yes it feels good to be outside again “

Gregorio “yes yes I missed feeling the ground, seeing the sky, feeling the wind in my fur, hearing the sounds of nature “

(Gregorio than sees the maw in the distance)

Gregorio “moffy the maw”

(Moffy signs)

moffy “yes I know brother “

(Silence)

Gregorio “moffy what do you think what will happen if we get caught?”

moffy “who knows but whatever it is it can’t be good “

Gregorio “that place scares me”

moffy “we can’t get caught no matter what “

moffy “Gregorio “

Gregorio “yes moffy?”

moffy “can you promise me something?”

Gregorio “yes anything “

moffy “if anything happens to me please don’t let yourself get caught please “

(Gregorio gasps)

Gregorio “moffy what are you saying?”

moffy “the world has become unsafe and cold and finding mom and dad we must survive I always promise to protect you “

Gregorio “moffy-“

moffy “please promise me that you will never lose your way and you’ll live “

(The brothers are quite until Gregorio speaks)

Gregorio “ok I promise moffy”

moffy “thank you “

(They then hear rushing from the bushes moffy readys himself then a loud scream is heard causing Gregorio and moffy to cover their ears the peretender comes out of the bushes )

moffy “run!”

(They both run as the peretender cashes them soon she corners them as moffy stands in front of Gregorio)

moffy “stay back!”

Gregorio “moffy what are we going to do?”

moffy “run Gregorio!”

Gregorio “no I can’t just leave you!”

(The peretender grabs a rock)

moffy “I’ll stop her just run!”

(The peretender throws the rock at Gregorio hitting him on the head knocking him out)

moffy “Gregorio!”

(Gregorio can barely keep his eyes open as moffy runs to the peretender)

Gregorio “m-moffy “

later

(Gregorio wakes up but moffy and the peretender are gone)

(Gregorio remembers what happened and looks around)

Gregorio “moffy”

(Starts looking for moffy)

Gregorio “moffy! Moffy! Where are you!?”

(He looks for moffy all day and rain begins to fall)

(Gregorio than sees something familiar)

Gregorio “moffy?”

(He gasps and sees it’s moffy’s bow tie)

Gregorio “oh no nonono please no “

(He grabs the bow tie)

(Gregorio is seen in the secret hideout crying and hugging moffy’s bow tie he then looks at the bow tie)

Gregorio “ “sniffs “ I promise moffy I will find a out of here,stop the curse and find you and mom and dad “

(Gregorio is seen finding food and sees a teddy bear in a cage he walks over and frees the teddy bear the teddy bear runs away and Gregorio smiles a little)

#unicorn wars #unicorn wars au #unicorn wars movie #unicorn wars moffy #unicorn wars gregorio #little nightmares au #little nightmares #very little nightmares #the peretender #the girl in the yellow raincoat #skit #not my au #alberto vazquez #crossover #the lady little nightmares #hopeful ending

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anerol152 · 2 years

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anyone remember the moffie bug? when you went to another map point and everyone around you turned into moths and you coulnd't speak? I miss those days made for the most hilarious convos and pics

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #thatskygame #that game company #sky #this is lore with you ancient sky facts again #but fr tho it was hilarious because you could still (sometimes) see others speak #you just couldn't respond

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thetoxicgamer · 7 months

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The Fastest Player in Ea Fc 24 Isn't Even the Fastest in Real Life

Anyone who’s played a FIFA game within the last decade knows the most important attribute for a player is their pace. It is rather curious then that the fastest player in FIFA’s successor, EA FC 24, is not the fastest in real life. Player ratings have all gone down this year across the board, and that is reflected in pace as well. Not one player has 99 pace in EA FC 24, no one even has a 98 rating in that attribute. The fastest player in EA FC 24 is Kylian Mbappe, who has been given a 97 pace stat. That’s one more than Borussia Dortmund’s Karim Adeyemi. These numbers continue a long-standing tradition that EA FC has taken on from FIFA. Mbappe has been the fastest player in these games for many years, which has elevated him to god-like status in FUT circles that emphasize meta credibility above anything else. There’s nothing more meta than being fast, but it turns out that despite Mbappe’s pace proficiency in EA FC 24, he’s not the quickest player in real life. An EA FC fan who’s visibly annoyed at the injustice that is Mbappe’s pace rating in EA FC 24 has taken the time to prove that he is, statistically speaking, not the fastest player in the world. In a Reddit post on Sept. 17, this fan brings up the fact that Mbappe’s highest recorded speed is 36.7 km/h, which has been surpassed both domestically and internationally. He mentions full-backs Alphonso Davies and Kyle Walker as evidence other players have gone beyond 37 km/h, leaving Kylian Mbappe in the dust. Most of this is factual, except for the part where Mbappe isn’t the fastest domestically. Ligue 1’s official top speed report from last season states that the PSG forward is tied for top recorded speed alongside Lorien’s Terem Moffi. Minor details aside, while it’s true that Kylian Mbappe doesn’t technically hold the record for the highest speed in real life, most EA FC 24 fans understand why he is given the highest pace rating in the game. It’s not a coincidence that the two players who surpassed Mbappe are full-backs. Making open runs on the wing can give you that top-speed record, but watching Mbappe and how explosive he is with the ball in his feet gives you all the context for why he is the fastest player in EA FC 24 and not Kyle Walker or Alphonso Davies. Read the full article

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latestupdates2022 · 2 years

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Peseiro Hails Players Despite Defeat To Algeria; Speaks On Officiating, New Players, Targets

Peseiro Hails Players Despite Defeat To Algeria; Speaks On Officiating, New Players, Targets Super Eagles head coach, Jose Peseiro says his players did their best despite the defeat to Algeria in Tuesday’s friendly encounter. Peseiro’s charges started the game on a good note with Lorient striker Terem Moffi firing them into the lead in the ninth minute. The Desert Foxes equalised from the…

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moffymoth · 2 years

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Every time I think I’m over invader zim it always reels me back in somehow. It’s a curse.

#moffy rambles #maybe it’s also because I try and avoid burnout by drawing other things #that could be it #speaking of which I’m sorry for not posting very much I’ve been working behind the scenes

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titsthedamnseason · 3 years

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in other amazing news....👀👀👀👀 it seems as though this series won’t actually go on forever because apparently kbr said “billionaires and bodyguards” is a very purposeful title and so it may be reaching its end in favor of a different series once all the bodyguard romances are over

#which i guess. explains some stuff but STILL #it’s weird if they wanted to do all those bodyguard romances to do them so back to back to back how repetitive #also i wonder if this means an extension of the like us series / titles or if it’ll be completely different #they said they’re announcing a bunch in june #so i’m 100% positive they’ll officially announce the novel with all the previous character povs (moffy/farrow/jane/thatcher/oscar/jack)#*novella #but now i also wonder if they’re going to announce the end of the series with the lunelly books 🤔#and foolishly i will always hope for the core six milf/dilf novella #i just want to know what those crazy kids have been up to 🙄✋ they’re kids never speak to them unless a life changing event is occurring #*their #like no i would very much like to know what lily had for dinner last night thanks #plus nothing hits like core six banter #to everyone who is going to try and tell me that they’ll ruin the core six if they attempt that: a) impossible to ruin them #b) imo they’ve done a really good job writing their characters and dynamics in the bonus scenes + their cameos so idk to me it seems like #they still have their groove with the core six. but also i’m not sure if THEY would want to touch those characters again 🤷🏼‍♀️ we’ll see

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kristenswig · 2 years

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happy new year here’s the Annual List of Hidden Gems from 2021 That You Might Have Missed

Atlantis (spice up your life with this absolutely miserable vision of the future from Ukraine)

The Disciple (a movie about art vs. commerce that Netflix bought out of Venice 2020 and then dumped back in April so it’s a very metatextual experience)

Swan Song(s) (both of them! do a double feature!)

Fever Dream (another Netflix dump, this time some moody magic realism from Claudia Llosa aka director of The Milk of Sorrow)

Limbo (HBO Max)

New Order (a lot of people hate this movie with the fire of a thousand suns so if you’re one of them you didn’t hear about it from me. I saw this in late October 2020 so that might be part of it but it was one of the most viscerally horrifying and uncomfortable experiences I’ve ever had watching a movie. Good luck with that remaining faith in humanity you speak of! On Hulu!)

Coming Home in the Dark (Whose Side is this Revenge Thriller on Anyway? On Netflix.)

The Metamorphosis of Birds (autobiographical hybrid documentary with some of the most striking imagery of the year)

Broadcast Signal Intrusion (The Parallax View for people who watch Buzzfeed Unsolved except good.)

The Feast (body horror that would make the Cronenbergs or Julia Ducournau proud with the aesthetics and mood of Swallow)

Slow Machine (I don’t know what this was about but Chloe Sevigny has probably the monologue of the year in it. On Mubi)

Sator (The direct to VOD horror movie about a family being haunted by a demon that puts all the other direct to VOD horror movies about a family being haunted by a demon to shame. On Amazon Prime)

Censor (Hulu)

Never Gonna Snow Again (mysterious...magical...masseuse)

Moffie (uncomfortable to watch but kept getting better in my head after I finished it. On Hulu)

Little Fish (The barrier of entry on this one is that it’s about a pandemic of memory loss. Sad but never exploitative. On Hulu.)

John and the Hole (the inner workings of a child’s mind are unknown even to the child himself)

#reserving the right to amend

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 16 days

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Mom is showing improvements which make me so happy. About two weeks ago she could grip with her affected hand, and said hand as gotten a lot stronger since then--she can even pull herself over on the bed with it

and today? She can move her leg/lift her leg!! I am so happy to see more improvement -- it gives me hope!!!

#Moffy Speaks

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amarald-sky · 3 years

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So I was bored and procrastinating on school work, so I'm playing sky. I decide to go to eden and accompany moths bc lobbies weren't as fun. So I find this firefly, and I join them from top of first area to eden cave. They got hit by some rocks, almost got krilled, ran out of light, typical moth ish stuff. I went to chase their wl and they waited for me at the entrance to the wl cave. We make it to the end near pnr and I spam the bye emote. They started spamming forward and then started doing a bunch of other emote spam. What emote do I see in the middle of the spam other than the typical moffy emotes? I see a hecken glowy juggle emote!!!

I got them to sit at my table, but they didn't speak

I see your one random juggle emote, fake firefly 👁👁

#Eden #eye of eden #my stuff #sky children of the light screenshot #sky children of the light #ama

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darkestwolfx · 4 years

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Heist Society - Re-Review #17

Sorry this is late, I forgot to put it on auto-post! Ignore my error and just pretend this sentence doesn’t exist.

So, I have a little less time for this one, so let’s see how far we get!

“You remember Brains’ girlfriend, Moffy?”

“Colleague, Gordon. Professor Moffat and I are old friends.”

“Sure Brains, Like nobody can feel all that nerd-trino energy when the two of you are in a room together.”

I called it last time! I said it was obvious if Alan could see it!

Scott whacking Alan’s leg to wake him up was perfect interaction.

I love trains! I’ve travelled on them so often - although my journey’s never really end up like this one (thankfully)!

“Parker, I think we can afford to chill. With our arrival in thirty minutes, all our worries will soon be behind us.”

Really though, were those famous last words, Lady Penelope? Also, I’m not sure if Parker is up with the language enough to know what chill means! I mean, in the next scene he’s back to carrying his tea tray!

Can we please create the Sherbet the Dog Appreciation Society (SDAP)? I mean, this dog is really taking after it’s owner. Good Bertie for discovering The Hood and protecting the package and chasing after him!

“You seem to have started yourself a furry fan club Professor.”

“You’re a feisty little guard dog, aren’t you.”

“What hin the quivering?”

I definitely did not properly hear that line before but I love it! It is now going to be my new catchphrase any time something happens and I don’t know what’s going on.

Oh the concern, it’s really sweet. Sherbet licking Parker was also cute (although probably ‘hunappreciated’).

Brains being able to configure things on Thunderbird Two from the Island is a really nice touch too

“Still no word from the boys, M’Lady?”

Good on Parker, always finding things other might miss.

I don’t want to give any credit to The Hood here, but he’s a good actor, that much is undeniable.

“Gordon, am I pleased to see you.”

That’s a change from three episodes ago!

“You’ll never believe what I-”

Yes, Moffy, yes we will.

“Parker, bring the car around.”

I want to know where they stored it...

“Let’s go fishing.”

I love Parker’s language I really do

“Blimey O’Riley.”

“Rig for impact.”

“You steaming pink heffalump!”

It’s great to have a character who had a really defined, different speech pattern to the rest of them. I know the boys are somewhat supposed to sound/speak similar - biological relations usually do, especially when you live together because you pick up the phrases you hear, but even the characters who appear for rescues, Parker is a mile away from all of them and I love it.

So what I don’t quite understand is;

“Warning, life system disabled.”

and

“Danger. Hull implosion in eight seconds.”

was said in a very similar voice to the original Hood’s voice in TOS, but The Hood’s actual voice in this series is a little more American. They seem a little far apart to me that’s all.

Rescue count: 23

“hI’m not so sure habout that. Get hoff!“

This seems to be a regular way to end the episodes with Parker trying to get Sherbet to move away.

Anyhow, the little nods to ‘Perils of Penelope’ (TOS, 3) in this were great!

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tagsecretsanta · 4 years

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From Soniabigcheese

to @vegetacide

Secret santa doesn’t own this piece, full credit goes to the author above!

Christmas morning on board Thunderbird Five and John is recapping the last 24 hours with his AI unit EOS

“Are you sitting comfortably?”

John, is this really necessary? I mean, seriously, I cannot physically ‘sit’, since I’m on a rail.

John looked askance at the AI unit

“Do you want me to continue?”

Ugh, if you insist, although I think this is pointless. What am I going to learn from a fairytale? They’re not real.

John lifted a finger, opened his mouth to speak, paused then closed it again

“Ah .. good point EOS ... but still ... can I tell it to you anyways?”

Fine

“Ahem ... now ... where were we? Oh yes, sitting comfortably.”

John ...

“Christmas is a time for magic and wonder and of five Birds made of Thunder where one Christmas day something special did happen ...”

“MERRY CHRISTMAS JOHN!”

He was interrupted by holograms of his brothers all whooping and cheering. He was glad he wasn’t there when they opened their presents, loose wrapping paper on the floor was surely a disaster waiting to happen.

“Do you want to build a snowman???” “Gordon!” “What? It’s my favourite song. You were okay with it yesterday.” “Yeah, that was yesterday.” “We live on an island ... with a beach. We don’t get snow.” “Well ... we can always build sandcastles then?” “On that small strip of land? I don’t think so.” “Hey boys, wanna help me out with Christmas dinner?”

A collective URGH, they bid him farewell and hoped that he would manage to get his butt down from Thunderbird Five to have dinner with them. He said he would try. Besides, there was a lot to talk about, especially after last night’s adventure.

He turned to EOS, her ring of green lights almost waiting expectantly for him to continue. Yes, she was an inanimate object that couldn’t possibly exude any kinds of emotion. But she was his companion, his helper on board the space station.

Yeah, his brothers and sisters often sent holocalls to check on him, see if he was okay(Virgil), being well fed (Scott) when is he coming home (Alan) got a joke for you (Gordon)and Kayo’s standard security check. It was her way of checking up on him, without sounding too much like a smother hen and being girly and mushy.

“Sorry about that.”

That’s fine, but please don’t tell the tale in rhyme. It’s just .... patronizing I am not a child

John was amused at her way of expressing herself. Some days she can be so childlike, others so mature. But she was still relevantly new to International Rescue and the world in general.

“Okay ... well it all started with a call from a kindly old lady.”

Yes, I remember that.

Which brings me to the rest of the story

John gets a call from a kindly old lady who is the epitome of what a grandma SHOULD look like. He assumes that she’s asking someone to help her to get a cat out of a tree … on Christmas Eve of all things. Rescues were becoming less common than they used to be, thanks to Colonel Casey setting up and training a small unit of rescue support people. Still, despite this, they were still fudging things up and International Rescue had to be called. Often to clean up the GDF’s messy rescues.

It would be their first Christmas without an emergency, although they were still on standby ... you know … just in case.

It was a typical Christmas Eve family get- together. Scott armed with a fire extinguisher, because Grandma was cooking the turkey. She was busy chasing MAX out of the kitchen because she wanted to do this on her own. Virgil was on guard duty near the tree, just in case the two youngest brothers tried to sneak a peek at the pile of presents underneath. Gordon was singing ‘Do You Want To Build a Snowman?’ loudly and out of tune whilst scooping ice cream out of the tub … to everybody’s dismay. And Alan was chatting online to Brandon Berrenger, because they’d arranged to have an online gaming challenge.

Being the son of a billionaire had its perks. One of them being, that they could get advanced copies and sneaky previews of stuff before anyone else. And in this case, it was a thank you present for helping to save Brandon … again.

Brains, was fretting because Moffie hadn’t called to thank him for his ‘wonderful gift’ and was seen pacing the hangar floor waiting for her call.

Kayo was off the island, delivering a gift to her father most likely … or doing a security sweep. One minute, she’d be there, the next she was gone. That was Kayo, an enigma unto herself.

Which left John who was on board Thunderbird Five with EOS. He was trying to explain to the AI unit about Christmas … and wondering just how many packets of TUMS were still available. He was not looking forward to this dinner at all. Since they were living in the Southern Hemisphere, the seasons differed to that of their other grandparents home. Gran Roca Ranch.

He and the rest of his brothers suggested a barbecue and a chill out, but they were soon overruled by the matriarch of the family. She wanted a traditional turkey dinner with all the trimmings and by heck she WILL have one.

Speaking of … a hologram popped up halfway through John and EOS’s chats. It was a lovely little old lady. Her silver hair was up in a loose bun, she had silver half moon glasses perched on her button nose and if she wasn’t worried right now, John would correctly assume that she had a kindly smile.

“International Rescue? What is your situation?”

He was already scanning her location. Nothing seemed to be amiss – so far. But … he had to deal with this call like any other ones, as if there WAS a proper rescue and people needed saving.

“Oh … oh … hello deary.”

Oh gosh, that voice was soooo sweet. He half expected her to reach through the holovideo, pat him on his shoulder and tell him that he’d been such a good boy this year, and slip a peppermint into his hand. Or offer him a nice mug of hot chocolate.

He shook his head. No … what’s wrong with me? He wondered to himself. Blinking several times, he tried to get rid of the sudden warm and fuzzy feeling he was getting. He really needed to get his head back into this rescue.

Even EOS picked up on his sudden change of mood.

John? Are you okay? You are acting strangely. Quite unlike yourself. Shall I run some scans?

“No … no, it’s fine … I’m fine EOS.”

He was momentarily distracted by a ring of green lights that appeared in front of him. It was enough to break whatever spell he’d been put under. Flushing brightly, after being caught off guard there, he turned back to the little old lady, who was tugging at a lace handkerchief and muttering …

“Oh dear … oh dear.”

The scans still showed nothing, nothing at all. Which, was very odd indeed.

“How can I help you?”

May as well pull this Band Aid off and see what the problem is.

“I … seem to have lost my … my husband.”

And there it was … the crux of the matter.

“Have you contacted your local authorities? See if they can help?”

It wasn’t really something that they would normally deal with. But he had to go through protocol here, as some local authorities frowned upon someone muscling in on their territory. Her eyes widened with horror. At least she stopped sniffling.

“Oh, heavens no!” she exclaimed, “this is not exactly something that they could deal with.”

John narrowed his eyes suspiciously. What exactly was this old woman up to … and what devious plans was she embroiled in? He wasn’t sure if he should help or not. But … as their motto stated … no matter how good or bad, if they needed rescuing, then that’s their job – or something similar to that.

“Would you care to explain before I dispatch anyone?”

And so she told him the whole story and made him promise to be discreet. He blinked rapidly as he listened, and then patched through to Tracy Island, where everyone gathered … as per the norm.

“Guys?” John said hesitantly, he wasn’t sure himself of how to phrase this but he tried and hoped that they wouldn’t laugh or poke fun, “you’re not going to believe this.”

“Fire away John,” Scott responded, bracing himself for news of their dad. Gordon was still singing ‘Do you want to build a snowman?’ and chasing Alan around the room, threatening to drop ice cream down the back of his tee shirt.

“It seems … that …” oh darn, this sounds so stupid “… that … Mrs Santa Claus is asking for our help. It appears that her husband has disappeared and hasn’t been seen for hours. His … erm … ‘tracker’ had been disabled.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at John. Even Gordon fell silent.

“Say that again John?”

He knew they wouldn’t believe him. But he repeated himself and patched through Mrs Santa Claus herself, just to prove that he wasn’t going space crazy.

When she spotted them all, she beamed brightly and clapped her hands.

“Oh … International Rescue! I am so glad to see you all. I do hope that you can help me. You see…”

“Yeah, we know,” Alan interrupted grabbing the scoop from Gordon and setting it down on the counter top, “your husband…. Santa Claus … has gone missing.”

Her cheery demeanour soon changed and she glared hard at him, folding her arms and scowling.

“Well …” she said scornfully,”… aren’t YOU a rude little boy?”

Virgil stepped forward, hands in front of him in a placating manner.

“Wait … wait …” he said quickly, “let’s not turn this into a personal fight here.”

He turned around to everyone present, raising his eyebrows as a gesture to ‘roll with this, guys’, then looked at Mrs Claus with wonder and sincerity. Maybe there was something in rescuing Father Christmas after all? Unfortunately, the hologram before them did NOT look impressed.

“I’ve seen that look before,” she chided, “so many times, it is getting old.” “What look?” “Oh … the old … ‘if I’m super nice to you, maybe I can get my presents early’ look. Sorry young man, I’m NOT falling for it.”

John watched from space and took note of how feisty this woman was. And wondered if her husband had just wandered off to get away from her? Because now, with her true personality showing through, she was acting more like an old dragon lady. MUCH worse than grandma ... and that was saying something.

But then she changed again and started sobbing into her hankie.

“Christmas is going to be ruined! I know it. If he doesn’t deliver those presents all over the world … millions of children will be so disappointed. And that will mean a huge dip in popularity.”

She sighed heavily, dramatically and blew her nose … loudly.

“Oh well,” she said, smiling weakly, “guess it had to happen sooner or later. With all the climate changes … wars and conflicts and consumerism at its highest peak, people are losing faith in the spirit of Christmas. It’s all about grabbing bargains … and selling stuff in the middle of the year.”

They listened to her rambling.

It was true. Or, at least some of it was anyways.

“And … using us, to traumatize children. Scaring them into being good all the time, or we won’t give them their presents. That’s not what we started out to achieve.”

She sniffled again, wiped some tears from her face and looked up hopefully at them.

“Please … give this elderly couple some help? Even if this could be our last proper Christmas?”

The shriek of the smoke alarms and some unsavoury language coming from the kitchen area, was enough to convince everyone that THIS … whatever it was … was an emergency. They all turned to Mrs Claus, backs straightened and hopeful smiles …

And unanimously agreed …

“We’ll do it!”

John started delegating everyone to Thunderbird Two and said he’d stay behind to get the coordinates and track their whereabouts.

That’s when Mrs Claus butted in with a wag of her finger.

“Nuh uh uh,” she chided, “I need ALL of you for this one.” “Well … Kayo’s off the island,” Scott explained.

Her response was a death glare and he quickly corrected himself.

“But … maybe we can fill her in as we go along. John? You’ll have to get your bu …. *cough* Come down from Thunderbird Five. Hand everything over to EOS.” “Already on it.”

As they dashed through the living area, Grandma Tracy appeared, a whisk clogged with … some charred food on it.

“Where are you boys going? Dinner’s almost ready.”

Alan wheeled around, his eyes were bright.

“We’re off to save Santa!” he exclaimed.

Grandma just nodded and returned to whisking what was supposed to be mashed potatoes, muttering …

“Hmph, any excuse to get out of dinner. What will they think of next?”

MAX, wheeled around whistling and beeping. It was the only sound in the place. Nothing new really, she was used to them going off for hours. But … it was their first Christmas spent together as a family.

As soon as the hologram of John vanished, ‘Mrs Claus’ spun around in her chair and faced the hologram of her ‘husband’ with a grin.

“That’s stage one complete. Now for stage two.”

She was rewarded with a thumbs up.

“Ready when you are.”

Fingers flashed over a keyboard, the screen scrolled a list of algorithms … and then stopped.

“Alrighty then, co-ordinates are logged in.”

She pressed the button to Thunderbird Five and was greeted by a polite, but suspicious EOS.

“Hello dearie.”

Hello Mrs Claus how can I be of assistance?

“I have managed to find some co-ordinates that may have been the last whereabouts of my husband. Or at least I think they are. This system of mine is so outdated. We are so used to using the stars for navigation.”

EOS paused, trying to pick up some telltale signs in the woman’s voice. But … nothing. She could easily ignore this message, not forward it. But John and the rest were already on their way. Besides, it would be really petty of her. And if she helped in this way, maybe … just maybe she could gain just a little bit more of their trust?

I’m patching you through.

“Why thank you dearie, oh and don’t worry about the Tracy boys … they DO trust you. Why else would they leave you to handle the calls and monitor everything, if they didn’t?”

If EOS could blink, she would. She double checked her systems to see if she’d accidentally taken her thought processors off mute, but nope, there they were, untouched.

Virgil intercepted the co-ordinates and typed them into Thunderbird Four’s navigation system.

“Shouldn’t be too long Mrs Claus.” “Oh … thank you. Thank you so much. You really are such good helpful boys.”

They all chuckled.

“It’s no problem, really.”

Gordon sat forward.

“Hey, wanna singalong whilst we travel? I know a good one.”

He opened his mouth and barely got ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’ …. Before they all shouted ..

NO!

“Aww. I like that one.” “We know. We’ve heard it all morning.”

They were shushed by Virgil, whose dashboard lit up with a green flashing light.

“We’re here … right where she said he’d be.”

The wipers swished across the windows, revealing a small hut. Smoke was coming from the chimney. But no reindeer … or sleigh for that matter … to be seen anywhere.

“Maybe someone found him and taken him in?” “Looks cold out there, maybe we should wrap up warm?”

As the hatch opened, flurries of snow swirled in and despite their uniforms, they shivered. And agreed.

They made their way tentatively across the knee deep snow towards the cabin and Virgil knocked on the door.

“Hello? Anyone in here?”

The door swung open and banged against the cladded wall. A scruffily dressed man stood there, an antique claymore pipe in his hand, the beard was ragged and scorched. And he was wearing some dirty grey thermals.

He did NOT look anything like the Santa Claus they were used to.

“Bout time you boys showed up,” he grumbled, biting on the stem of the pipe, “I’m bloody freezing in here.”

They exchanged puzzled glances.

“Mister …. Santa .. Claus?” Gordon asked hesitantly

“Pfft … call me Nick, Kris Kringle … or whatever name they’ve given me over the years.”

He wandered back into the little shack, it didn’t look big enough to fit all five Tracy brothers so they hesitated. He stopped and turned to frown at them and grabbed Virgil, the biggest of them all by his green sash and yanked him indoors.

For such a small man, he was surprisingly strong.

“Come in … come in … it’s a lot bigger on the inside. Trust me.”

He gave them a conspiratorial wink.

So, slowly, one by one, they stepped over the threshold and entered the shack. First impressions, as they glanced around, it looked cosy, and the fire crackled merrily in the hearth.

“You’ll be wondering where my sleigh and reindeers are huh?”

Yeah, they had wondered that. He tapped the side of his nose.

“I, too, have my own secrets you know. Long before Tracy Island and International Rescue were created.”

By now, they were really really curious about this odd little old man. Maybe it was the warmth from the fire … or his jovial nature … but somehow, they felt like little kids once more.

Santa Claus beamed. His magic was working after all. He was so worried that it had gone stale from lack of use over the years. He closed the door behind them and grabbed the red coat from the peg.

“Sit down ... sit down, make yourself comfy. I already have a part of your team here.”

He swept his arm around to reveal Kayo sitting by the fire, a mug of hot chocolate cupped in her hands. She’d been sitting there quietly, so quiet and still that nobody noticed her.

“She sneaked up on me,” Santa chuckled, “that girl’s got some talent there. No wonder Brains gave her Shadow.”

He waited until everyone found a seat and then he explained.

“You see ... once in a while, whilst checking my lists,” he began, “there comes along a time where there is a very special award to be given to those most deserving of people. Those who are brave and heroic.”

Gordon puffed up his chest with a grin.

“That’s us!”

He was silenced with a load of shushes and sat quietly, poking at the marshmallow on the top of his chocolate drink.

“It is usually awarded to one person. But ... you all came along and that put me into quite a quandary. Since you obviously have everything you want ....”

“Except dad.”

“Ah yes ... I’ll get to that ....”

He coughed a little, and fished into his pocket, bringing out a small bottle. The contents sparkled and swirled.

“See this? This is magical dust. It usually lasts for a whole day, but since there’s a group of you. It will only last for a couple of hours at least. This ... is your reward. It gives you something that you all missed.”

“Can you bring back dad?”

“Unfortunately no ... but you are all doing a great job in looking for him. Keep up the good work.”

All their faces fell. It was their greatest desire to have their father back. But Santa was wise, if he’d given them that wish, it would have only lasted a couple of hours and it would have just been like losing him again. He wasn’t able to see into the future, but he had an inkling that they would be able to find their father ... under their own steam.

He opened the vial, tipped the contents into his hand and blew. It spread all over the room, sparkling and glittering. Everyone expected to sneeze, because ... after all ... it was just dust. And like all dust, it gets up your nose and makes you sneeze.

It took a couple of minutes before the effects began. They all started giggling and pointing. Why? Because they’d all been turned into children. Instead of their uniforms, they all wore thick clothing with hats, gloves and scarfs.

Santa smiled at them.

“You don’t have to worry about rescues. I’ve managed to put them all on hold, or diverted them to other sources. Or they’ve all resolved one another. Now ... go outside and play.”

Which they all did, with barely concealed glee.

It had been a long time since they had proper fun. And they had never experienced snow together as an almost whole unit. They’d dreamed of tobogganing and found some sleds nearby. With shouts and yells ... and poor John falling over several times ... they thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

But ... as time went on, the magic soon disappeared and they had to go back to their real lives. It was the best present Santa had ever given to them.

They thanked him profusely for the well deserved time off and gave him an updated tracking system to help him on his way before returning to Tracy Island. They were too tired to talk about it and immediately went to bed. John, however, was still buzzing when he took the space elevator up to Thunderbird Five.

He so wanted to share this experience with EOS

Yes, he was a practical man. He only looked at things in a scientific and sometimes abstract way ...

... but deep down, his inner child – like the rest of his brothers – still clung to the belief that Santa was real.

And for one moment. He was

The End

#Thunderbirds are go #tag team secret santa #secret santa 2019 #fanfic #John Tracy #Eos #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #alan tracy #grandma tracy #kayo kyrano #Brains Hackenbacker #Christmas magic

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gumnut-logic · 5 years

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Dirt (Part Four)

From here.

Again, warning for those who are not comfortable with tight spaces...this may not be the fic for you.

Many thanks to @scribbles97 for the read through ::hugs:: And for all the encouragement from all of you. This one has been an amazing experience ::hugs you all:: @ak47stylegirl are you going to forgive me? ::extra hugs::

-o-o-o-

When Virgil started singing, Gordon started crying.

Okay, it was manly tears. No sobbing, just a tear or two tracking down his cheek as he flung concrete out of the way with the pod.

His brother’s voice was little more than a whisper under strain and he could tell things were not well with Virgil. His brother rarely sang, but he was damn good at it. The song was one Gordon hadn’t heard for many years. In fact, he was pretty sure the last time was Virgil singing to an upset Alan the night after Dad disappeared.

Really, Alan had been too old at eleven for such a gesture, but there had been no objection, and Gordon at sixteen had sat down outside his brother’s door and listened incognito.

One of his few memories of his mother was her singing and Virgil...

He shook himself and forced his mind back to the job at hand - saving those brothers. Concrete flew through the air.

Virgil sang on.

“Slow it down, Gordon, you are getting close and the pile is fragile.” John’s voice was calm but tense, a sign that his middle brother was only just holding it together. “Scott, move in where Gordon was....keep going...yes, there. Straight down.”

“FAB.”

Gordon dragged several more of the larger pieces of rubble off the pile before John called a halt to heavy lifting. Ironically, this was where they needed Virgil. His exo-suit would have been perfect to haul out the smaller large pieces, but instead he had to nit pick with the pod. Virgil had the specific logistical skill to assess this job and execute it in the most efficient manner.

He wasn’t supposed to be under the rubble.

Gordon blinked rapidly.

And his littlest brother...

He stopped thinking, climbed out of the pod and joined Scott in his focussed tunnelling. The retaining walls holding back the natural slope of earth beyond the building had collapsed and there was dirt everywhere, filling up everything.

Virgil started another verse, his voice barely more than breath.

Scott wielded the Vac, a long tube hooked into the the module’s massive pumping system. It shifted loose particulates, in this case soil and dirt and piled it elsewhere.

Two metres in they found a hand.

It didn’t belong to a brother but it stopped Gordon’s heart for just those couple of moments. The scientist was likely one of the unlucky few with his brothers as they completed evacuation. He was most certainly dead.

Gordon noted that Scott reported the body to John, but not to Brains.

As a pair they unburied the man and respectfully moved his remains to one side.

Virgil’s song stuttered suddenly and the comline fell quiet.

“John?!”

“Hurry, Scott!”

The Vac rumbled, choking and spitting larger rocks as its strong suction drew up debris. A flash of green and Scott shut off the machine, reaching down and grabbing the smashed remains of Virgil’s shoulder lamp. A blink and it was placed aside by a shaking hand.

The Vac resumed its task.

Three metres and Gordon returned to the pod, yanking up yet more large chunks of concrete, John directing what could be moved and what couldn’t.

He missed Virgil and his calm direction.

He missed Alan beside him following those directions.

“Scott, between those two large beams. They are within the space beyond.”

What space? Gordon, once again beside his brother moving rocks by hand, stared for a split second at the circular gap no bigger than his waistline. “Can we move the beams?”

“No. They are supporting most of the structure and are the reason why we have a reason to dig.” John’s voice was parched and Gordon’s heart froze.

The Vac sucked away, Scott grim within its harness saying nothing. The gap in the debris slowly became an opening. Gordon shifted the portable lamps, targeting the shadows slowly being created.

“Scott, you’ve got company. Local troops moving into the area” John’s voice was frustrated. “I’m contacting Colonel Casey.”

Shit. “What the hell is it with the army? This is a goddamned rescue site.”

John answered before Scott could open his mouth. “Apparently, part of this building was devoted to military research.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“But Brains and Moffie weren’t involved-“

Scott’s voice was a grumble over the line as he shifted his weight manipulating the Vac as he moved. “Doesn’t matter. Never matters. And let me guess, the interference, John?”

“Intentional. Eos is actively tracking it and adjusting our frequencies to compensate.”

The words Scott uttered belonged in an airforce dorm room and nowhere else.

Except perhaps a WASP bunker.

Gordon grit his teeth.

And the Vac uncovered a green rimmed boot.

-o-o-o-

Virgil’s world narrowed to three things.

His brother’s hand in his.

The pain in his body.

And dirt.

So much dirt.

It pressed in on him. Tightening like a vice. The something broken in his back was one ongoing scream. The chunk of something that had fallen on his helmet in the last rush of soil and movement creaked ominously as if threatening to crush him further.

Death’s final embrace.

No, no, no....no. Scott was coming. His big brother would get him out. He would get Alan out. They would be safe.

“Alan?” His voice had faded, his throat raw and full of dust. He could barely hear himself. But still, he tried. “Alan?” His green glow stick was shoved up against his broken helmet, lighting the soil seeping through the plexiglass as if to torment him. Any movement invited more in.

The song had been for himself as much as Alan.

Alan.

Please, Alan.

He clung to his brother’s hand.

Something nudged his left foot.

It startled him, but then a regular tap on his sole. Oh god.

Thank you, thank you, thank god. The relief as Scott tapped out morse code on the sole of his boot reached up and overwhelmed him. Communication one way, we can hear you. Speak. Talk to me, Virgil.

“Scott?” He forced the rasp. Soil trickled in and brushed his cheek, but he didn’t care.

Digging you out. Hang tight.

“A-Alan!”

We know.

Oh, god please.

Status.

“Alan pinned. Right leg. Bleeding. Can’t contact him. Can you?” His helmet creaked again, the something solid above it shifting slightly. He spat dirt.

A vibration became apparent around his left leg. The Vac, they would be using the Vac. His brain supplied what he knew about where he and Alan were entombed, the logistics a welcome distraction.

Your status.

A gentle tug on his leg and his back screamed. He gasped, the weight on his helmet creaked in warning. “Don’t!”

Status!

His big brother definitely knew how to punctuate in Morse.

“M-Mostly upside down, face down. Back injured. Helmet p-pinned by weight. Cracked.” He swallowed dirt and spat again. “A-Alan below.”

They found his other foot and the weight on his body slowly began to lessen. He was able to draw a larger breath.

His whimper only prompted more tapping on his boot, but he missed the words.

He missed a moment as well and suddenly there were hands on his waist. His body felt like it was floating with the lack of weight.

Light.

There was light as the pressing mass was lifted off his shoulder and helmet. He cried out.

“Virgil!” A blue hand brushed away the dirt from his visor.

Yellow and blue.

Gordon.

His little brother Gordon. “Gord’n.”

The aquanaut had a scanner in his hand, waving it over him. He watched as his brother’s shoulders dropped in relief. “Thank goodness. Virg you’ve broken a couple of ribs near your spine. Stay still.”

He reached down and gently removed Virgil’s helmet. Dirt poured from it. Virgil gasped as he was freed.

“Scott, we need a spare helmet for Virgil. Get Moffie to raid one of TB2’s lockers.”

Virgil looked around blearily. He lay limp on the pile of dirt. One arm was free, the other still buried, reaching down to his connection with Alan. “A-Alan.”

“We’re on it, bro. Promise.” Gordon blinked something out of his eyes and turned back to the Vac behind him.

The Vac worked at removing the soil entombing his little brother.

A helmet appeared and Gordon slipped it over Virgil’s foggy head.

His hand wrapped in Alan’s was uncovered. Alan’s helmet was uncovered.

Virgil shifted where he lay, desperate to see his little brother and his back screamed at him.

“He’s alive, Virgil. Stay still.” Gordon’s admonishment was echoed by a sharp command from Scott above. There wasn’t enough room in their bolthole for the commander, Gordon’s lithe form designating him their saviour.

“John, give me his vitals.” Gordon’s voice was calm, but bleak.

The numbers that fell from the sky had Virgil attempting to sit up and help dig out his brother.

“For god’s sake, Virgil, stay still!” It was sharp and the expression on Gordon’s face cut through the fog in Virgil’s brain and cut his heart in half.

Okay.

He lay back down on the soil.

He was still holding Alan’s hand. He squeezed it gently.

It squeezed back.

An indrawn breath. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

-o-o-o-

Part Five

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