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idontknowreallywhy · 2 days
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Resurface 22 - Rescue
What went before
In which 11 year old Scott’s physics and construction methods are put under a little strain…
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“Helmet on, Scotty!”
Scott paused mid-clamber into the kayak and came back to take his his cycle helmet from Virgil, fastening it on before giving a big thumbs up. Virgil tried to tighten the strap under his own chin but his hands were sweaty and clumsy and he was relieved when Scotty’s long nimble fingers appeared and made it just right. Scott knocked gently on the top of the helmet just like Dad always did and they both chanted “Use your head - Use a helmet.”
As his brother climbed into the seat at the front the flying machine wobbled alarmingly. Virgil wondered if it might have been better to have launched from a flatter part of the roof but… well Scott said it had to be high and this was the highest bit. Too late now.
“Ok, can you steady her for me?”
Virgil nodded. Then squeaked a “yes” as he realised Scott was looking elsewhere. He clutched the back edge of the kayak and pushed downwards using his own weight to counter his brother’s. He glanced at the safety line wrapped around the chimney and secured with a tumble hitch knot - luckily that was a knot he did know and so he knew how to quickly release it when Scotty gave him the signal. Not yet though, he’d need to be in the boat first.
A crescendo of whining filled his ears as Scott started the lead drone and the rest of the swarm picked up the signal and followed. Sure enough the nose of the kayak lifted slightly into the air, so instead of pointing straight down the pitch of the roof it now looked off into the distance.
Maybe the math did work after all?
Scott looked back at him, eyes aflame with excitement. Virgil couldn’t help grinning back - they were going to do this! At his brother’s nod he climbed carefully into the back of the kayak, and settled into the seat, bracing his feet against the footrest and his knees against the sides.
Scott looked back and gave him a nearly-actual-wink “Ready First Officer Virgie?”
“Ready Captain Scott!”
Scott twisted back to face the front and stuck three fingers in the air, then two, one… he swooshed his hand downwards and Virgil pulled on the working end of the knot and it unravelled, smooth as anything.
The flying machine jolted forwards and downwards and Virgil’s stomach jumped into his neck but then the front wobbled back up again as the drones increased their intensity to fight the sudden pull of gravity. He could feel the part of the kayak immediately under his bottom go thud-thud-thudthudthudthud down the ridges of the tiles until it stopped halfway. The drones strained as Scott increased the power and pushed them forward as well as up and there was a tugging feeing which made Virgil wonder whether the flying machine was trying to escape from the claws of a monster.
Then there was a crack which made him jump and then a tearing noise and the machine slid forwards suddenly, but one of the wings stayed behind and everything tilted sideways. The drones were swaying wildly, all terrifying spinning blades and their pitch raised up another notch to frantic and it filled Virgil’s head with stinging fuzz. He couldn’t help squealing in fear but that was nothing compared to the howl of pain and horror from in front of him.
Without even thinking he dived forward and wrapped his arms around Scott’s waist just as the kayak flipped over and dumped Virgil on the roof tiles. His legs were trapped beneath it. His arms and neck and back and every muscle in him screamed at the sudden strain and he couldn’t work out why but just squeezed his eyes shut and held on tight because as long as they were together it would be alright.
The outer edge of the gutter was pressing into his cheek and Virgil fought against the relentless monster that was trying to pull Scott away from him.
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gumnut-logic · 7 months
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“You can touch him, honey.” His mom smiled encouragingly.
Virgil sat on the sofa next to his mother and stared at the tiny, sleeping baby. He was so small. So different from the pudgy little toddler he remembered of Johnny when he was little.
Well, he was still little, but now he could walk and talk and play and attend school like a real little brother.
This new baby was so small. A fuzz of blond hair and wrinkled skin, he had a weird and scary tube taped to his nose.
He looked up at his mom. She looked sick. She had been in the hospital for a long time.
Seemed like forever. Dad and Grandma and Grandpa had all been worried. Virgil had asked Scotty, but his brother hadn’t had any more answers. It had taken Grandma to sit the both of them down and explain that little Gordon had come early and needed some time in the hospital.
“Will he be all right?” It all sounded scary and it was his mommy.
Grandma had wrapped both of them in one of her wonderfully reassuring hugs. “They are both going to be fine, honey. They just need a little time to recover.”
That time staying with Grandma and Grandpa had been a mix of fun and worry. He loved his grandparents and their farm was full of places to explore and things to pull apart and animals and space, so much space.
It was worth Grandma’s cookies.
He just wished Mom would get better and come home.
That day eventually came and his Mom introduced him to his new baby brother, Gordon.
Tiny, tiny Gordon.
Virgil peered over the blankets in his mother’s lap.
As if sensing his gaze, the baby opened his eyes drowsily and stared up at him.
A little frown.
Baby Gordon reached out a hand, and without thinking, Virgil brought his own hand up. Tiny fingers wrapped around his, so, so small, and clung tight.
Gordon stared at him a moment longer before his eyes closed again.
He didn’t let go of Virgil.
“He likes you.” Mom was smiling. She slipped an arm around his back and drew him in close for a snuggle.
Virgil couldn’t take his eyes off Gordon.
“Is he going to be okay?” He looked so fragile.
“He needs a little time, but he will be just as strong as you and playing as much mischief as your other brothers before you know it.” She squeezed him tighter. “He’s a Tracy, honey. We’re made of tough stuff.” She kissed his hair.
Virgil still hadn’t let go of his new brother’s hand.
He wasn’t supposed to let go. He was supposed to save and protect.
“Gordon?”
His little brother didn’t answer.
“Virgil, honey?” It wasn’t his Mom’s voice. It was Grandma.
Where was Mom? “I’ll keep him safe, Mom.” Gordon and all his brothers.
But especially little, fragile Gordon who had entered the world too early.
“Gordon is safe, Virgil.”
Virgil held his little brother in his arms as sparks rained over them. Something was very wrong, but his priorities were clear.
“I’ll keep him safe, Mom.”
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greywake · 1 year
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I got all of the prompts this time! "The elephant in the room", "puppy", "lost", "the top", and "You didn't!"
It's still @gumnut-logic's fault 😆 AO3 link
Sheer Dumb Luck
Mom and Dad were going to kill him.
Gordon was gone!
He’d been right next to him as they left the Big Top. And he was still there when he’d stopped to say hi to Aisha, one of the girls in his class. He hadn’t taken more than a minute, maybe two tops, when he looked down and his little brother had vanished.
He should have been suspicious of the silence.
Scott muttered under his breath as he turned to start looking for the most annoying eight-year-old in the history of the world.
Gordon loved the acrobats, so he could have snuck back in to see them again. But he’d been facing the tent entrance while he chatted with Aisha and there’s no way he’d have missed him. So, logically, he must be somewhere else.
As it was an early May afternoon it was relatively quiet but it would get busier as it got later and if he didn’t find Gordon soon John wouldn’t be the only one who was in the dog house (he did tell John that climbing onto the barn roof would get him in trouble).
The sick feeling of desperation twisted its way through his guts as he looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of his brother’s messy blond head. Where the hell would he have gone?!?
Unable to come up with a better option, Scott picked the middle route. It led directly on from the Big Top exit to the fairground game stalls and food vendors and, knowing Gordon’s love of games and food, he hurried forwards. Firmly stomping on the rising panic at having lost him, he looked around wildly for the scrawny little kid with the almost permanent gap-toothed grin and the blindingly bright yellow t-shirt.
He was almost to the end of the row before he spotted him, the little menace staring at the prize display of the ring toss stall.
“Gordon!”
The kid turned to his big brother completely unaware of the panic he’d caused, “Scotty, can you win that for me?”
Scott, doing his best to contain the urge to yell at him, glanced up at the prizes and immediately saw what had attracted the eight-year-old’s attention.
A large grey plushy elephant seal. Fuzzy, over-stuffed, and almost the same size as his little brother. Considering how nuts Gordon normally went over any sea creature it really wasn’t surprising that he’d managed to find the one stall in the whole fairground that had any marine animal-related prizes. But even at the grand old age of thirteen Scott knew that this particular game was little more than a scam.
“I’m sorry, Gordon. I don’t think I can.”
“Please?” That hopeful wheedling tone that would usually persuade Grandma Taylor to let him get away with nearly everything was in full force.
“Gordon, these games are practically impossible to win.”
“Please, Scott!” Gordon would know he was about to say no so the boy deployed his most devastating weapon: The Puppy Dog Eyes™.
He should be immune. He’s had plenty of practice with four younger brothers who all do their best to get their way. But there’s something about Gordon’s big carnelian-brown eyes, filled with hope, that he finds impossible to say no to.
Scott groaned and pulled out what was left of his pocket money. After sodas and candy floss while watching the show, he was down to his last three dollars. The sign said ten rings for one.
Well, he could sacrifice what was left to keep his little brother happy.
"Do you wanna try too, Gordo?"
The excited jump and wiggle was all he needed as confirmation as the stall attendant came over to relieve him of his money in exchange for two boxes of rings.
"No leaning forward, and throw one ring at a time," the girl said as she wandered back over to the side of the stall with a slightly bored air.
Gordon started throwing rings straight away. He was normally a good shot but the hard plastic of the rings bounced off the glass soda bottles every time.
To be fair, Scott wasn't doing much better and soon they had both used all their rings with no success.
"Please, Scotty! One more try! Please?"
"You know we won't win anything, right?"
Gordon's head nodded but his eyes spoke of nothing but complete faith in his big brother. "Just try?"
With a resigned sigh, Scott handed over his last dollar and received ten more rings. "Do you wanna throw some?"
"Nope. You do it."
Well, might as well get this over with then he could call dad for a pickup.
He tossed the ten rings at the bottles in quick succession, not paying any attention to where he was aiming. After all, what was the point when the game was basically impossible to win?
"Okay, I lost. Let's call…"
"You didn't!"
"What?"
Completely nonplussed, Scott followed Gordon's bouncing gesture towards a bright orange ring nestled neatly over the neck of a bottle.
"Huh."
Smiling broadly with all trace of boredom gone, the girl straightened up from where she was leaning on the stall siding and came over to them. "So what prize do you want?"
With absolutely no hesitation, Gordon, practically vibrating in his excitement, shouted, "The elephant seal! The elephant seal!"
At Scott's bemused nod, she carefully unhooked the huge thing and handed it over with a wide grin.
He'd been right. The thing was almost as big as his little brother. Gordon couldn't even get his arms all the way around it and he definitely couldn't see over it.
"Want me to carry it?"
Gordon grinned brightly as he shook his head. "Nope!"
Scott chuckled. "You got a name for it?"
Gordon thought for a moment, trying to squint past all the fuzz to see its face. "Hercules."
Scott couldn’t help but grin in return as he grabbed his little brother's shoulder and began steering him back to the fairground entrance. "Hercules? I like it."
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whatgaviiformes · 1 year
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For the cute asks- Rocking chair with wee!Tracys?
Characters: Gordon Tracy, Scott Tracy, Lucy's Dad Words: 850 Genre: Fluff (A/N - I like the idea that Gordon got it from somewhere)
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Their granddad had been right, Scott thought, as Thunderbird Four hit the water and over comms a whoop layered with laughter roared in his ear. It was a wince-worthy volume, but Scott couldn’t stop smiling. Gordon’s joy had that effect on people, and even Brains, focused on the incoming data from the machines, had a shine to his eyes, behind his large frames.
Plus, it reminded him of his own first voyage with One. Gordon’s marine technobabble wasn’t so different than his own language of aerodynamics and mathematics.
“Easy, Gords. I need my eardrums,” he teased, continuing to watch his own view of the monitors. “Take her down slow.”
“Scott! That was awesome! I mean, I’m not going to let that statement go, but first that was ahhhh-mazing! I can’t believe she’s done!”
“She’s in testing,” he reminded him, as he was supposed to be giving them feedback about her handling during her first foray into the seawater around Tracy Island.
“Yeah,” Gordon laughed. “But you can’t just gloss over a comment like that. What was Grandpa right about?”
“Oh!” Scott corrected himself, “Not Grandpa Tracy, but Grandad Tanner, on mom’s side. You probably don’t remember him that well. You were just a baby.”
“500 feet.” A quiet crackle. “Tell me more. I’ll admit my memories are vague. What was he right about?”
“Well, he always knew you were made for the water….”
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The household was in a flurry of activity, with Jeff tackling the kids upstairs while Lucy briefed her father on the normal course of events for the evening.
“Are you sure you got this, Dad?”
Sharp green eyes watched his daughter check her purse three times and circle the kitchen for her husband’s keys. It was rare that she and Jeff managed to get a night out to themselves, and it showed. She seemed stressed about the opportunity to relax!
“Hmm,” the older man joked, hiking the sleeping baby a bit further up his chest where he rocked him on the rocking chair. Though his hair had gone completely white beneath the Irish wool cap, his beard still held speckles of its original red. “It’s like you don’t think I’ve ever changed a diaper.”
“But—”
“Luce. Go enjoy yourselves. They’re my grandkids too. I’ve got this.”
Scott half-listened to the exchange, focused more on the parts of his newest model plane spread over the table. He was only allowed to work on it there, because he needed to make sure the small parts wouldn’t end up on the floor where Gordy or Johnny could get them.
But when Granddad mentioned him and his brothers, he perked up to see what was going on, in time for him to toss him a wink while Mom and Dad brought the rest of the kids down and then left for their event. Scott grinned at that. Grandad always treated them like they all held some deep secret together.
Scott tried to focus on his plane, he really did, but there was too much to be distracted by with all the kids in the room, and Granddad’s humming.
“Scotty,” Granddad whispered, gesturing for him to come closer. “Wanna help me with Gordon?”
Of course, Scott was willing to help, but he had a different idea. “Can’t I help with Virgil or John? Gordon always cries for me.”
Granddad chuckled, deep from his belly, and the baby blinked, nuzzling his head closer to the vibrations. “This one just needs a rocking,” he encouraged. “I can show you.”
He sprang up to give Scott the opportunity to sit where he had been on the rocking chair, carefully placing Gordon in Scott’s arms and showing him the proper position for keeping him upright and safe. The baby fussed with the hand over, but just as Granddad said, he started to settle with the soft movements of the rocking chair, and Scott took good care not to swing too harshly.
After a few soft movements trying to mimic what Granddad had done, Scott glanced up.
“Like that?” he whispered.
“Just like that,” Granddad smiled down at him, proudly. “That boy’s going to be a sailor some day. Just like his ol’ granddad.”
“How do you know, Granddad?”  
He gestured to the chair. “It’s the lull of the sea. Your brother’s got the ocean in ‘im. And you,” he ruffled Scott’s hair, “you’re just like your father. You’ve got the sky in ya.”
That made Scott feel like he’d won all the candy from the arcade, being compared to his dad. He wanted to be just like him when he grew up.
“Grandad?” Scott asked as Gordon started wriggling again. “Can you tell me what you were singing?”
“Oh, that my boy was a shanty, from long ago - If you gave your best and your heart stayed true…” ~*~ .
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“Keep Hauling, Keep Hauling,” Gordon sang as he reported in, and Scott recognized it as the same tune his Granddad had taught him long ago though it had been ages since he'd uttered it. “I know it. I don’t know how I do, but I do."
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edutainer2022 · 1 year
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I have a killer headache today, so a fluffy Jeff and Scott sleep-fic WIP goes up. The ideas, bouncing about, are thanks to @flyboytracy and the giftset of Scott, tumbling down Dad's planetoid, @janetm74 and her Scott vs. Sleep in-depth explorations, and @gumnut-logic in some way or other (I did remember what comments inspired the visuals in my head). There is supposed to be and will, at some point, be an unabashedly fluffy closing scene, featuring Virgil, but re: killer headache today.
SHIELD OF PROOF
**Then**
"It isn't fair!"
His wife's huff is equal parts amusement and exasperation.
"How do you do that, Jeff? Seriously? I get stranded with a toddler shaped supersonic jet. You waltz in from the Moon and he's the sleepy kitty, napping at a drop of a hat!"
She throws her hands up in a dramatic flare, but her eyes are brimming with fondness. He hides a smile in the crown of curly brown hair and makes it a kiss for good measure. The sleeping child is breathing puffs of air into his chest, one tiny arm hugging Dad as best he can, another still holding a toy plane. Jeff could never imagine the idea of a heart swelling with love could feel so real.
"Well, at least Virgil gives you no trouble. That little guy could sleep through a rocket take off."
Which he promptly has. Baby Virgil made GDF private chat trends, having famously slept all through his Dad's launch to Alpha Shadow base.
The trick with Scott, a firm believer in going "run", "fast", "jump" and "vroom" ALL THE TIME, and a self-proclaimed nap-nihilist at a wise age of two and a half, was to remember the little fella was a Tracy. It would get you nowhere to talk him out or to deny what he's set his mind on. But it was possible to reason with the boy and suggest a more optimal solution to obtain the ultimete goal (running about with a toy plane, making engine noises) - say, the plane engines needed to cool down, so how about we wait for a moment right there, on the couch, and then it can fly even faster. Between officer training tips and the unbridled adoration and trust in the bright blue eyes - Jeff soon had a sound asleep toddler in his arms. Or maybe it was because the arms were strong, and big, and Dad, and Dad was THERE.
His wife is openly smiling now, reaching down to extract the toy from the small hand.
"Do you want me to take him? I'm going to check on Virgie anyway."
He adjusts his hold on the warm, small weight with one hand and pulls her closer for a quick kiss.
"Nah, we're good. I'll get Virgie once this little man is up and about again."
Which is bound to happen sooner than they'd both like. The house will be filled with invigorated pitpat of tiny running feet, and shrieks of delight, and little grumbly noises the roused baby would be making, as he would take Virgil to the back porch. But for now he settled to listen to his eldest son's even breathing, enjoying the quiet while it lasted. He was home.
**Now**
"How did you do it, Dad?!"
Virgil's baritone barely passed for stage whisper. He played along, raising a quisical brow at his son's dramatic gesture, spanning the length of the Island infirmary bed. Or rather, the considerable length of Scott, tucked to his father's side, sound asleep. To his credit, Jeff tried for looking sheepish, but it came out more cheeky than anything. Virgil was having none of that - hands up in the air.
"Seriously? You've been back from space for what? Twenty minutes? And you already have him cooperate, have an arm in a sling AND asleep?! It would have taken me the better half of the night!"
Jeff promptly bit down a response that he also got Scott to take painkillers and agree to a deeper scan first thing in the morning. All under half an hour. It felt a little bit comforting to know eight years down the line and he still had what it takes to stare down an adult son who was "fine, Dad, it's nothing, you need to rest!" and had just incidentally led a mission to rescue his hide from the far corner of the galaxy (having tumbled down half an exploding planetoid in the process). What didn't sit comfortably was the offhand understanding his other son would consider himself on Scott wrangling duty 24/7 apparently. It truly had been a long while since he was their father. This would need to change. He shifted a light hold on Scott's slumbering frame, mindful of the shoulder, secured in a sling over his shirt and (now confirmed) bruised ribs - and smiled up at Virgil.
"I have my bag of tricks, son."
Virgil's soft gaze was quickly shiting gears back to a deeper shade of worry (something Jeff would need to nip in the bud), as his hand reached for the medscanner. Which was obviously redundant as it was, likely, the scanner activation that sent his second eldest careening back to the infirmary. His mother barely managed to shoo everyone out to begin with, after Jeff had been settled and hooked up to monitors and IV lines. Alan was beat and half asleep on his feet. John was back up in orbit, to set up sorting data from their incredible trip with Eos (Jeff was a little fuzzy who that was, again - a student? some kind of child prodigy?). Kayo took off with the GDF and her uncle, having given Jeff a fierce hug. Gordon was bidding goodbye to Penelope (and Parker, of course) or whatever the kids called it these days (Jeff filed that one to bask in amusement later). Scott and Virgil were determined to keep round the clock vigil and to not leave Dad's side (possibly ever). Between himself and Mom he managed to negotiate Scott taking the first shift, fully intending to set up camp by his father's bedside and start on the report of the Zero-XL mission. The GDF guys did eye them funny, but still. A report right away? Jeff hid a sigh in a fit of cough. He had a mission of his own, till eight years of fatigue drew him under. Back on the planetoid, crumbling beneath his feet, the lifelong instincts helped compute the flash of lanky blue, tumbling as a ragdoll into the void, into the alarm claxon, blaring "son" and "fall", translating the surge of adrenaline into a single focus - "catch!", a move well honed ever since baby Scott first swandived off a backrest of a couch. Between taking in his son dangling off the death grip of his hand over the abyss, blue eyes transfixed in a mixture of awe and shock, meeting the rest of the boys all grown up and surreally THERE, in his arms, exposing the Hood in a surge of fury so consuming he was sure he scared his kids, and hugging his mother upon landing, he did allocate a breathing moment to process the thought there was no way Scott hadn't hit anything through the collision with every boulder that had been Jeff's home for eight years, or hadn't pulled anything in their drop and grab maneuver.
TBC
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squiddokiddo · 2 years
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Thank you so much for the fantastic banners!
You may already have done these and I’ve just missed them, but how about:
Fluff Fic
Sick Fic
Wee!Tracys
Thunderbirds AU
Hugs you.
Sure here you go:
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I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you like them.
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.*:✧Sfw interaction only✧:*.
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Elvira, Pee Wee and Traci Lords.
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idontknowreallywhy · 2 months
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Teeth
This didn’t go the way I expected at all, it was meant to be some Dad!Scott from Scott’s POV but then Allie intervened and so it’s from his now. Haven’t really tried to write a young child’s inner voice before so sorry if it is clunky and out of character and the sentence structure is appalling but… a bit of an experiment…
Also not proof read because work calls… but yolo…
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He woke with a terrified shriek and it hurt!
It hurt!
It hurt really bad!
Something was chomping on his legs and it had big teeth and maybe it was an alligator like in Gordy’s programme or a shark or… or a monster.
He shouted at it to stop and kicked it and kicked it and then realised he was cold now. His covers were gone and he could see by the red glow of his rocket nightlight that there were no gators on his bed. Maybe they were stuck in the covers.
But his legs still hurt so badly from the bites. Maybe some teeth broke off and were still stuck in his legs. He curled up in a ball and hugged them close. They felt normal to his hands but they hurt so much. His nose was all runny like it was crying like his eyeballs were and it was making his face itchy. He sniffed and wiped the tears and snot off with the arm of his pyjamas.
Gordy snuffled and turned over in his sleep and Alan froze. He wished he could climb into his big brother��s bed because Gordy knew all about gators and sharks and stuff and maybe he could make them stop biting. But Gordy had been sad and grumpy and Virgie had said the reason was he was hot and poorly and needed to sleep so the bugs in his ears would die. It sounded confusing and scary and Alan didn’t want bugs in his ears as well as teeth in his leg bones so he tried his hardest to be quiet like a big brave boy.
The invisible teeth gnashed at his legs again and Alan bit down hard on AstroTed’s fluffy arm, unable to stop himself sobbing. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to be eaten. He pushed his knees into his eye sockets and tried to remember the names of the stars Johnny had showed him just before bedtime. There was Jupiter but that was a planet and… and he couldn’t remember the others because his brain was full of OW.
He tipped sideways as a weight made his mattress dip and for a second he was scared he might fall into the water where the toothy things were but then there were strong arms and warm hugs and Scotty’s soft voice telling him it was ok and… and… Scotty. Alan stopped trying to be brave and tried to explain about the teeth but his voice was all jumpy and he couldn’t make the words right. Scotty got it though and Alan sighed as big hands wrapped around his shins and rubbed them firmly like he was brushing the teeth off and making them warm again. It still hurt but it wasn’t as scary because Scotty would make sure he wasn’t eaten. He closed his eyes and pressed his ear to his big brother’s chest and felt the vibrations as Scotty hummed the little tune he always used to make the monsters go away. The one he said Mommy had made for them before she had to go to heaven.
Then the tune stopped and Scotty was whispering and there was Virgie too. He had the bottle of pink medicine and the magic warm bear that could go in the microwave. None of his other bears could do that as it would hurt them but this one was special. Scotty pressed the bear on his legs and Alan accepted a spoon of the tasty medicine and then licked a drip off it off Virgie’s thumb because it was too nice to waste and Virgie laughed quietly before taking it back to the high cupboard in the kitchen.
Scotty didn’t leave though. He leaned down and picked up Alan’s covers and Alan shuffled hurriedly away and perched on his pillow because didn’t he know that’s where the gators were hiding? Scotty was brave and could fight them but Alan wasn’t that brave! But then Scotty was standing holding the covers up high and he shook them hard and showed Alan all around… no gators or monsters or aliens with fangs just colourful space ships and stars and Alan felt a little bit silly for being such a scaredycat.
Scotty didn’t laugh at him for being silly. He never did, unlike Gordon. Scotty only laughed at Alan when Alan was telling a joke and wanted him to laugh. Big brother smiled kindly and explained how Alan’s legs just hurt sometimes because he was growing so fast and maybe it meant he would be as tall as Scotty one day because Scotty’s legs used to do it when he was little too. Alan knew he was doing ‘surprised face’ because Scotty said “it’s true!” Maybe if having hurty bones was helping him be as big as Scotty he didn’t need to be so scared.
Warm bear was helping and Alan’s eyes kept closing. Scotty covered them both up with the covers and hugged him tight and hummed the special song while Alan flew through the blue sky in a rocket plane with his biggest brother standing close behind him.
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gumnut-logic · 1 year
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Scott goes to the zoo
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This resulted from a typo in chat - it was meant to say ‘Scott goes zoom’. It didn’t. Also @onereyofstarlight​ is a chaos creator and this is the result :D
Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight​ for the inspo and encouragement, and the read through ::hugs you tight::
This is pretty much crack. Wee!Tracys. You have my apologies.
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He really had no idea where things had gone wrong.
It should have been simple. He was eighteen, responsible, head of his class, and excelled in leadership challenges. He was a top-of-the-line Rescue Scout, he had all the badges. This should have been easy.
But it wasn’t.
It had been Virgil’s suggestion. Though more correctly a Gordon-suggested-Virgil suggestion. Scott would have much preferred a trip out to the local airstrip and John had made it very clear that he would have rather visited the local space centre.
But Virgil had pulled the ‘we always do aerospace, this is unfair to Gordon’ card. And the annoying thing was that Virgil was right. Gordon usually got the short straw in group activities because his interests lay in different areas to the vast majority of the family.
He did have a powerful advocate in Virgil, though. Fully capable of poking every button Scott had to get his way.
Younger brothers may be everything, but damn they could make life difficult.
Maybe the fates had sent this one as a learning experience.
He stared down at the chicken currently perched on his knee. It was one of the fancy breed types. Small, fluffy, barely able to see beyond the end of its beak, and exactly the perfect size to fit in Gordon’s pocket.
This wasn’t an empirically tested fact, but Scott could not work out how else his little brother had smuggled it out of the petting zoo. Perhaps he should be glad it hadn’t made it out of the actual zoo and onto public transport, or, god forbid, back to the hotel room…and Dad.
He was trying not to think about Dad too much right now, because explaining this was likely to get them all grounded until Scott had as much grey hair as his father.
Though at this rate, that might not be too far into the future.
“Scotty, can I have an ice cream?”
He turned to look at his tiniest brother and was assaulted by his big blue pleading eyes.
This was seriously not fair. His brothers had weapons like this that Scott had so much trouble denying. “No, I’m sorry, squirt, we have to stay here until the Zoo Manager comes back.”
“But I’m hungry.”
Gordon, still dripping wet, on the other side of Scott, poked his head around. “Told you, you should have eaten all your lunch.”
“Shuddup, Gordy.”
Hmm, maybe Scott had said that phrase a few to many times if Allie was picking it up. “Gordon, I wouldn’t be saying anything right now if I were you.”
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault.”
“Then whose, exactly?”
“I was saving Frilly! She can’t swim!” As if to emphasise that fact, the chicken on his knee fluffed up its feathers and flicked water in his face.
He closed his eyes and wiped a hand over his eyes. “And who exactly endangered Frilly in the first place?”
“She wasn’t in danger! I was protecting her!”
“By stealing her from her home?”
“Scott! We have a farm where she can play and be happy.” Gordon screwed up his face. “Not be trapped in that horrible cage.”
“Gordon, we have been through this. She is well cared for.”
But his little nine-year-old brother folded his arms over his chest, screwed up his face into a massive grump, and turned away from Scott, conversation ended.
Water dripped silently onto the wooden bench.
“I want an ice cream.”
Scott closed his eyes and sighed.
The chicken pooped on his jeans.
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Perhaps it had been a bit much to ask of Virgil. His younger brother had spent most of the year eyebrow deep in his studies. It couldn’t be easy having John the genius waltzing through several subjects enough to catch up and then having to work alongside him to get final grades. There were three years between Virgil and John, but John was quick, and while Virgil was his own kind of smart, it didn’t equate academically to Johnny.
Virgil took it well, but Scott, while proud of both his brothers, knew it couldn’t be easy for the elder of the two.
So if Virgil had been distracted enough for this to happen…
No, that wasn’t fair. This was Scott’s responsibility and he trusted Virgil with everything.
When Alan had wandered off and disappeared, Scott had no issue with leaving his other two brothers under Virgil’s care while Scott tore through the zoo trying to find the missing three-year-old.
There had been announcements over the PA, staff alerted, and a hunt.
Apparently, while Scott panicked - yes, he would admit to himself that his response was a little haphazard and, if he was honest, frightened - Virgil had chosen to distract their two youngest brothers by taking them to the small aquarium.
After all, Gordon adored aquariums. Good decision. Excellent choice.
Perhaps not so much.
By the time Scott located Alan, who had somehow hitched a ride on a tour buggy that had disappeared into a jungle exhibit, both Gordon and Virgil were soaked to the bone, and John had been ‘arrested’ by zoo staff.
Hugging Allie to his chest, not sure he ever wanted to let him go again, Scott had walked into the aquarium to discover chaos - with his three brothers at the centre of it all.
John was the biggest surprise, really. His middle brother was the academic achiever, smart and more inclined to spend time with himself than hordes of friends.
But then they do say it is always the quiet ones.
John had dismantled a holographic sign, re-coded it and changed the display.
“What the hell? Why, John?”
Showing zero remorse and if anything, disgusted that he had had to go to the effort, his brother replied, “They were disseminating incorrect information. That was not a Leafy Sea Dragon, it was a Weedy Sea Dragon.”
Scott had stared at him for a full moment. “How the hell do you know that?”
John rolled his eyes. “He’s my brother, too, you know.”
And then he’d been mobbed by zoo staff demanding to know how to fix whatever it was he had done.
That left Virgil.
Who had fallen into the central aquarium itself while trying to get Gordon out of the water.
Did Scott love his fishy brother?
God, yes.
Did he want to throttle him?
There was a strong possibility.
Virgil could swim, of course, but it had been an aquarium with other denizens of the sea in there with him and while Gordon was quite happy chasing stingrays and sharks, Scott completely understood Virgil’s not so positive reaction to sharing marine real estate with them.
There may have been a little too much water swallowed and so much coughing afterwards that the zoo staff had called in their medical team.
Yes, Scott could feel a grey hair popping up through his scalp right about now.
Virgil’s apologies kept being cut off by his hacking cough.
So here Scott sat, a little brother either side of him, a chicken on his knee, one brother getting the third degree from the zoo technical staff, the other being given oxygen just in case he hadn’t finished drowning.
Scott’s brother radar was pinging in so many different directions he was at a complete loss how to respond. This was a new experience.
He always knew what to do.
But apparently not now.
So the sight of his grandmother walking through the door set off such a wave of relief he nearly went down under it all.
“Grandma!”
“Honey.” And he was wrapped in her arms, the chicken taking flight as he stood up, and two little brothers jumping in to make it a group hug.
She stroked his hair.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Always, honey.” She pulled away gently. “Now, get me up to speed. I need a sit rep.”
He stared at her.
Both the chicken and Allie were attempting to climb his legs.
So Scott Tracy straightened up, reported in detail…
And handed the situation off to his superior.
Grandma would know what to do.
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thatinvertguy · 3 months
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Going absolutely feral for this silly shithead.
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sinligh · 1 year
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In an alternative universe, i can imagine another version of myself
one in a stable relationship happy in the arms of a lover.
Toned down paranoia, and Indulgent pleasure.
I worry that that version of me is delusional
in love, but alone in it that I’ll somehow miss the signs of an emotionally absent partner the way I missed my father…
And yet, I’ll come up with excuses because I never felt comfortable with pointing my finger
that I’ll overcompensate.. Nest in the apex of their heart and believe that there’s no way higher
that the hierarchy is nothing but guilt inducing anger.
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It's easy to love me;
i grew up in a household where it's acceptable to sacrifice your own soul in exchange of feeling like your existence is convenient.
As years went by, I learned to love that feeling eventually more than life itself..
i lost a lot of myself watching my mother hand feed me all that she is, all that she wanted to be, then sneak bites of who she was before she had me..
now, i think i can be whoever a lover needs me to be.
Then when they’re not around I’ll let my pieces fall down and hope that somehow they’ll align…
this terrifies me...
I don't want to settle and passive smoke my own life, set in the corner and inhale the damage even when it isn't mine.
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I love love, I just don’t think it’s for me...
In a lecture about addiction, our doctor said
“The neurobiology of love is the same as neurobiology of addiction"
To me, that makes sense for i lose all my edges whenever I'm submerged in a wave of it.
My ends melt trying desperately to reach out even when i don't really know how to direct them to anyone other than myself
Paint them orbits to circle around me and feed them rays of hope
"our paranoia won't last forever"
At least that's what I whisper as i try to keep them close enough, not too much;
I don't want eternity
“I only wanna die someday”
I wrap them around me every night until i suffocate in an embrace trying to comfort all the atoms of love that are lost in me...
I’ll come to an end; and you'll be free.
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•Quotes: Roland Barthes/ Angelea Lowes/ Anaïs Nin/Mahmoud Darwish/Mary Oliver/ Ottessa Moshfegh/Elaine Kahn/ Natalie Wee/Carole Maso/Tracy K. Smith/Halsey/chelsea g. summers/ Anne Sexton.
•Original context: sinligh
•Art reference:
1. Art by Lisa Lach-Nielsen. 2.Quoted, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 3. Choke, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 4. Ceruse 87, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 5. A girl with pomegranate (detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. 6. An Interior with a woman seated by Lampligt by Christian Valdemar Clause Danish. 7. Photo by Soul Eom. 8. "two people" by Mila Plaickner. 9.Art by Lisa Lach-Nielsen
P.s: writing this felt like:
“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me”
Song rec:
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balrog-slayer66 · 10 months
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Pee Wee Herman, Traci Lords and Elvira step into an elevator...
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astranite · 8 days
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Of Model Planes and Kind Truths
More neurodivergent Scott and John, but as kids. They are both small and doing their best and trying to figure out how the world works. Lucy is here too and I love her and she's totally autistic too in my head. I wrote this ages ago and was only yesterday I was reminded of it and cheered on by the wonderful @janetm74 so I tidied it up to post!
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Scott yelled at him because John said his model aeroplane didn't look like the one on the box. Which was true , the colours were all mixed together as Scott was too impatient to let them dry properly between painting and the whole frame was sort of squashed where it had fallen off of a table. Sticky globs of glue had adhered themselves to the wings providing most of the structural soundness. 
Scott had burst into tears when John pointed this all out. 
Their dad picked up Scott even though he was too big for it now and carried him out of the kitchen, leaving a bewildered John behind. Mum had to explain that words could upset people and Scotty was crying because he felt John was being mean to him. 
John attempted to explain. “But I didn't mean to be mean! I was just telling him, you and Dad always say to tell the truth.”
“Oh, little star. I know you didn't, but we can hurt people even when that isn't our intention.” 
Mum held out her hands and took John’s small ones in her own as his eyes welled up with tears. 
“You know what you can do to help make it better?” John shook his head as Mum continued. “Your brother worked very hard on making that plane. When you go apologise to him, can you think of some things to say that are kind and honest?”
John nodded, he could do that. He’d make this better.
In the lounge room, Scott sat on Dad’s lap, the model plane clutched to his chest. His face was all red and blotchy. John wiped his sleeve over his own face as Scott’s hurt and his hurt crumpled into a big black hole in his chest. He then flickered his hands at his sides.
John tiptoed across the carpet as it squished beneath his feet. Dad and Scott were looking at him; Dad was smiling a bit but his brother had frowny eyebrows. John stood in front of them, twisting his hands together anxiously. 
“I’m sorry I was mean about your plane. I wasn't trying to be. You worked really hard on it.” The words came out stilted and deliberate.
Now for something kind and true. John cast around for something to say, glancing about the room. Virgie had left their blocks on the floor, all set up in neat rainbow rows.
“It’s good because it’s makes you happy?” He told Scott. 
“And it’s swooshy.” John said it with all of the excitement of figuring out a new science problem, as the words now rushed out. “You painted it with lots of colours and I like colours and so do you. Mixing them together means even more colours!”
Scott’s mouth tipped up at the corners. “It’s okay. You were right, but it’s still cool. And yeah, it goes swoosh because it’s so fast!”
Scott swiped the toy plane through the air as if it was flying. John jumped back as it banked toward him. He followed it with his eyes as it dove and spun in Scott’s hands, as Scott jumped from Dad’s lap to run around the room with him, John matching his dips and turns like he was flying a space shuttle too until they were both grinning and everything was right again.
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edutainer2022 · 16 days
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I came across a reel online of two toddlers playing in the yard: they were dunking themselves in soapy water in a paddle pool, then sliding down a plastic slide, because soap made them slippery and go faaaast. And I thought that's absolutely what Scott and Virgil would get up to, Mom Tracy having half-okayed it because that gave her at least 30 solid minutes to BREATHE and deal with baby John, before the OG Terrible Two got to jumping off elevated surfaces or something. Again. Scott would, eventually. And Virgie does everything Scotty does. She's just keeping an eye on them not sliding headfirst into the ground JUST YET, till the baby is fed, burped and asleep.
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