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Probably gonna use this later. Thanks!
Whump dialogue prompts:
“Ok, _______, do you think you can stand? We need to get out of here, so just lean on me, alright? I know it hurts, but we need to hurry.”
“Just try to breathe, ok? I know it’s hard, but try for me, ok? Breathe!”
“Everything’s going to be alright, ok? We found you, and we’re going to get you out of here, ________. We’re going to get you home now, ok?”
“Alright, I’m going to carry you to the car now, ok? No, don’t even try to argue, you really shouldn’t put weight on that leg, so I’m carrying you.”
“Just relax, ______. I know it hurts, but help will be here soon.”
“It’s alright, just hold on for a few more minutes, _______. The worst is over, just a few minutes and you can finally rest, ok? It’s going to be fine, just keep holding on.”
Man, I love this fic so much! Cam’t wait for the next installment??
Just reread. Love this series. Anna Kent is lovely, and I love that this is written from her perspective.
Thanks @gumnut-logic
Please write a part 2!! Fix poor Gordo!!!!!!!!
Malfunction
A ficlet for @misssquidtracy, as she challenged me to Gordon and decompression sickness.
Mild cursing because sometimes life calls for it.
Hope you enjoy and sorry Gordo…..it’s just not your day!
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“Thunderbird Four to Thunderbird Five. John, do you read me?” Gordon called, as he continued to survey the disconcerting readouts in front of him.
“Reading you, Gordon. Aren’t getting bored, are you?” the space monitor quipped.
“Not a chance,” Gordon smirked at his older brother’s holographic form. “John, can you do me a favor and run a diagnostic on Four?”
“What’s going on?” John immediately was all business as he began pulling up his systems.
“I’m not sure,” Gordon admitted. “My electrical board is going haywire.”
John began scanning Thunderbird 4 while also alerting the Island of their situation. If something was wrong with Thunderbird 4, they needed to get Thunderbird 2 out to him right away. “I’m scanning now. Anything else I need to be aware of?”
“Everything else appears to be hunky-dory. I still had one more day out here before Virg was supposed to come to pick me up,” Gordon frowned as he looked out into the vast ocean in front of him. He was enjoying some alone time along the ocean floor as he did some research of his own, testing out their equipment and ways to enhance water rescues.
“Looks like your trip is about to be cut short, Gords,” John replied glumly. “I’m not reading any failures aboard Four. I should be picking up what you’re seeing.”
“John, what’s going on?” Scott’s voice commanded across the coms.
Gordon noticed the worried holographic forms of his two eldest brothers appear.
“Gordon is reporting what appears to be an electrical malfunction on Thunderbird Four,” John reported as he continued to do a more in-depth scan of the submarine craft as well as any anomalies in the ship’s vicinity.
“Gordon, are you okay?” Virgil’s deep voice registered.
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Clare loses her shit over Pen & Ink
And Lo, There Was More
Yes that’s right, it’s time for Tunnels of Time kids so let’s all strap in shall we? I apologise in advance for the terrible phone screengrabs – I have a blazing migraine and no goddamn energy to tidy them up. ANYWAY.
Let us begin. Hey, the model work at the beginning of this episode is spectacular and I *love it* but is that what I’m here for? No. No it is not.
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Bookshelf inserts
hey say that you can’t judge a book by its cover. But what if the cover alone can tell you the whole story? Welcome to the world of book nooks where creativity runs wild!
These hand-made creations will draw you into tiny places of wonder: from the hobbit hole to the Blade Runner-inspired apocalyptic alley or Lord of the Rings-themed door replica equipped with motion sensors.
This book nook my mother got on Ebay
A Magical bookshop in your own bookshelf
I made a booknook for a christmas gift, my inspiration was Blade Runner. It’s 11" X 6"
Not only are book nook inserts a fun way to train your creativity muscle, they can also be a solution to making reading great again. A recent study done by Pew Research Center showed that a staggering quarter of American adults don’t read books in any shape or form. The same study suggested that the likelihood of reading was directly linked to wealth and educational level. Add high levels of modern insomnia and full-time employment that leaves many of us drained at the end of the day, and the idea of opening a book seems unappealing, to say the least.
Now imagine yourself walking past a bookshelf full of these mini worlds—the dioramas of an alley. They catch your attention and you cannot help but see what’s inside. The pioneer of the book nook concept is the Japanese artist Monde. Monde introduced his creations to the Design Festa in 2018 and received overwhelming feedback. 178K likes on twitter later, Monde has become an inspiration to the aspiring arts and crafts lovers who join on r/booknooks to share their spectacular ideas.
Hobbit Hole
Design, print and paint a small shelf to decorate shelves
worlds hidden in a bookcase
A double wide endor inspired wilderness piece
Old Italy book nook
Diagon Alley booknook
Witch is watching you
Warhammer-style booknook
Creature from the Black Lagoon bookshelf monster
A booknook inspired by Les Miserables
source https://www.boredpanda.com/book-nook-shelf-inserts
I love this so much, thank you!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
No no no what are you doing to poor Virg!
The Tattoo (Part one)
Okay, this one is purely @vegetacide ‘s fault. She suggested a plotline. I volunteered to write it.
And because it involves both of us, it is Virgil!whump :D Though admittedly the Virgil!whump is only a plot device to lead to the main part of the story, but somehow I managed to write 1880 words of it anyway.
Warnings: Language warning for the first line. Virg was under some strain at that moment. Non-graphic whump.
Many thanks to @vegetacide @scribbles97 and @i-am-chidorixblossom for readthroughs and various cheerleading :D ::hugs you lots::
I hope you enjoy it.
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“Fuck!”
Virgil closed his eyes and tried not to puke.
Even without sight, he could sense the hangar spinning around him. He had to swallow repeatedly as his left arm and shoulder, tangled above him, screamed.
His head spun in the opposite direction to the hangar and he had to swallow again.
But he had to open his eyes.
Had to.
So, he did.
The rock walls spun slowly past him. So familiar, just not from this angle.
Ow.
Ow.
Shit.
The air was cool over the heat in his skin. He looked down. It was a mistake and he had to force his stomach under control again as the concrete floor and his toolkit, so far below, danced in and out of focus.
It was his safety line that had saved him from joining his tools.
He let out a painfilled breath.
It was a bat. A damned bat that must have found Two’s tail plane a convenient place to roost overnight, but had objected to Virgil’s intrusion. It had flown at him in a panic. He hadn’t expected it, had reacted badly, took a misstep, and over he went.
The world still lazily rotated past.
Carefully, he looked up at his arm, almost afraid to see what he would find. He could guess by the amount of pain he was in, but confirmation was going to suck.
Backlit by the overhead light shaft and the red of Two’s rear thrusters, the safety line was looped around his wrist, cutting the circulation off to his hand. Every joint in the limb all the way down to his shoulder was screaming.
Because it wasn’t the carbine at his waist that had taken his sudden wrenching halt mid-air, it was his arm.
He let out a groan. There was no doubt that he had likely dislocated his shoulder again. The pain was far too familiar for it to be anything else.
He let another moment pass before gathering himself. He couldn’t stay here. The thought of his brothers finding him like this was embarrassing. Gordon was never going to let it go.
So bats weren’t one of his favourite animals. Sure, they could be considered cute, in a snarly kind of way, but Virgil had never liked their smell or their ability to scare the living crap out of him.
Just like this.
Gordon was going to laugh his ass off.
Falling off his own Thunderbird because of a stupid bat.
The world continued its lazy spin.
He forced himself to focus. He could retract the safety line. This would pull him back up to Two and he should be able to clamber onto her fuselage and make it back to her overhead hatch.
But first he had to untangle his arm.
This was going to hurt.
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@colonel-jeff-tracy Some good leg action there, 10/10.
Well that’s certainly some information I didn’t know I needed.
hey give birds antlers
*sigh* here I go...
1. John Tracy
2. Brenton Thwaites
3. Ewan McGregor
4. Karl Urban
5. Josh Hutcherson
6. Jeremy Renner
7. Hayden Christensen
...doofus
8.
9.
10.
...weirdly I can’t think of anyone else! Huh. I probably will think of the others later.
ANYWAY
I tag @flyboytracy, @thunderskybird, @islandsandstars, @divergentgamer, @the-lady-razorsharp, @hedwigstalons, @willow-salix, @gumnut-logic, @myladykayo, and @keethus-arts.
Tag Game!
Thank you @louthestarspeaker! This was such fun <3
Name of the game is to list ten of your celebrity crushes and find yourself a gif of them!
1. Gordon Tracy :3
2. Harrison Ford
3. Eddie Redmayne
4. Ian Anthony Dale
5. Luke Bracey
6. Cole Sprouse
7. Jack Whitehall
8. Milos Raonic
9. Tom Felton
10. Ewan McGregor
Too much eye candy…*fans self madly* <3
I be tagging @weathergirl8, @mae-the-4th, @godsliltippy @vegetacide, @thunderbird-one-ai, @hedwigstalons, @hodgehegposts, @fictivekaleidoscope, @myladykayo, @ak47stylegirl, @islandsandstars and @such-a-random-rambler. Many more I’d like to tag, but my break ended three minutes ago…
Frustrated Burger
Bored vodka.
@lenle-g said:
Happy Birthday Lovely!!!!!! Hope you have a fantastic day!!! <333
So I don't know if anyone remembers my fic 'London Gym', but I'm thinking I'll do some more stories with my character Jack Wallace meeting the other Tracy's. Is this a good idea? And if so, I really need ideas on how he's going to meet them! So if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them. I am taking requests, just comment a person and your idea.
Please?
Gordon: but what if they deserve it?
John, reading a recipe: Okay, now we have to beat three eggs.
Virgil:
Virgil: At what?
GRAVITY
John Tracy after coming down from Thunderbird 5.
NO-ONE can tell me this didn’t happen AT LEAST once! And let’s be honest, Gordon and Alan (and probably Virgil, Scott and Grandma) most likely tried to video this happening as much as possible!
Hey guys, what if Virgil inherited his art skill from Jeff?
Also, love this gifset so much! We need more of TAG Alan and Jeff.
I LOVE HOW VIRGIL IS PAINTING HIS DAD.
I had to rewind numerous times just to re-watch this bit over and over.
Reckon he’s painting him so that Jeff can hang on the wall next to the rest of them? (behind Virg in that gif)
...and I just realised that I parroted @misssquidtracy almost word-for-word for that starting part.
...oops.
So far today I’ve managed to spill a full cup of coffee all over my desk, leg, notebook and floor, and have killer cramps.
It is definitely a mug cake kinda day.
If it makes you feel better, I dropped my water bottle no less than four times, as well as tripping over my feet numerous times throughout the day.
So far today I’ve managed to spill a full cup of coffee all over my desk, leg, notebook and floor, and have killer cramps.
It is definitely a mug cake kinda day.
Hehe it’s Buddy and Ellie :)
Angery dragon 😠
You guys have no idea how much I love this! Great work!
New video is up! Please check it out!
Thunderbirds Are Go Tribute, Born For This
https://youtu.be/l4dnS7pLaMc
It took me hours and I would hate for it to be for nothing (insert awkward laugh) 😅
I agree with @hedwigstalons!!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING NUTTY!?!?
Ellie (Part Three - Bit 2)
Part One | Part Two - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Part Three - Bit 1 | Bit 2
Another bit, but I this one contains some answers to some questions :D I hope you enjoy it while I go do the food shopping ::pouts::
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A hatch lowered down from under the Thunderbird’s nose, light from within the cockpit illuminating three figures. As she ran, she registered the blue of an IR uniform, but paid little attention as medical stats were thrown at the team in a clipped, professional voice.
Ellie was directed to the male who turned out to be quite young, blond, barely an adult and bound up on a spinal board. The remains of an International Rescue uniform peeked through the emergency blanket.
Shit.
But she didn’t have time to follow the implications of that piece of information.
Impact injuries to his left side. Unconscious, accelerated heart rate, possible spinal injury. Scan results of a detail she had never encountered were flicked to her reader. His spine was intact, but there was swelling.
And internal bleeding. Far too much internal bleeding.
Her team leader directed fast evac and they were moving again. She was vaguely aware of a hiss of closing hatch and mechanical whirring as she ran the hoverstretcher back to the vehicle under the trees.
The stretcher had IR branding on its side, but it slid easily into dock inside the ambulance. Her hands moved automatically, securing the young man for transport.
“I’m going with him.” And there was another blond young man in a blue uniform, this one slashed in yellow. He climbed in beside her team leader.
Ellie plugged the stretcher into the onboard scanner and alarms started blaring almost as loud as the sirens on the roof as they started moving.
The IR operative spoke up, voice raspy. “His name is Alan Bartlett Tracy, age eighteen.” The voice was calm, but unlike before, Ellie could hear fear under that professionalism. He swallowed. “I have his medical history and any further detail you may need.”
Two minutes and they would be at the hospital.
Those two minutes gave her enough time to think of Virgil Tracy and the fact that she likely had a member of his family under her care.
The ambulance ate enough road to pull up to the ED in one minute forty-five.
Then they were moving again.
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This really gets me laughing! One thing they always leave out of the show is the nitty-gritty details, so this was a great (and hilarious) way of clearing that up! Thanks! 😁😁
The Sweet Smell of Manly Pride
Written as part of @gumnut-logic SensorySunday: Smell. Set just before the boys re-enter Earth’s atmosphere in the Zero-XL after rescuing Jeff from the Oort Cloud. Being stranded in deep space for eight years without even a can of deodorant must have left the Tracy patriarch smelling pretty ripe xD.
Raw humour. Sorry not sorry.
Starring Gordon, because he’s the husband and I loves him <3
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Gordon’s tolerance for body odour was surprisingly high.
It had to be.
Considering the aquanaut spent a good portion of his life two to three thousand meters below the ocean’s surface, he’d become intimately familiar with a variety of fruity nasal cocktails. His habit of skipping showers in favour of re-watching seasons one through twelve of Into the Unknown didn’t help either.
Eh, what the heck. Being sandwiched inside a tight suit and at the mercy of Thunderbird Four’s air conditioning would leave even the most fastidious person smelling a little ripe.
Plus, it wasn’t like Lady Penelope could smell him at the bottom of the South Sandwich Trench anyway.
Of course, there was body odour and then there was body odour.
“Eugh!” Gordon clamped a hand over his nose and glared accusingly at his brothers, “Okay, who just let loose?”
Four pairs of eyes locked onto Alan, who quacked in outrage.
“Why are you all looking at me? I’m trapped inside a pressurised suit over here!” the youngest snapped, his face the same colour as Thunderbird Three.
“We all are, Alan,” John countered, his eyes narrowing to turquoise slits, “Gordon, can you be a bit more specific? An unpleasant odour could be an indication that the charcoal filter needs replacing.”
Gordon elevated his nose and began to scent the air like a bloodhound, “Whatever it is, it’s pretty nasty. Seriously, am I the only one getting it?”
Over on Alan’s right, Scott shrugged, “Apparently. Care to elaborate on what exactly ‘nasty’ smells like?”
On guard in case anyone dared to throw the ‘he who smelt it dealt it’ line at him, Gordon spent the next three minutes offering a variety of olfactory diagnoses for the unknown smell. The options ranged from ‘donkey’s armpit’ and ‘skunk’s butt’, to perhaps the most insulting of all, ‘Virgil’s socks’.
Of course, Virgil was thoroughly offended.
Just when had Gordon sniffed his socks?
He would never sleep again.
“Ugh, man! It’s getting worse!” Gordon wheezed, wafting the air frantically with his hand, “Alan, how long until we’re home?”
“About forty minutes, depending on turbulence,” Alan replied, absently flicking a button on the dash, “I’ve just requested clearance from orbital patrol.”
Gordon’s eyes widened in alarm, “I won’t last that long. John, can you pull up my will? There are a few things I need to change before I become unsound of mind.”
While John was preoccupied with ignoring Gordon in favour of cataloguing a few nearby asteroids, a new voice piped up.
“What you’re smelling is me, Gordon. Sorry for the trouble, but there ain’t a whole lot I can do about it at the moment.”
Virgil sighed before throwing a playful glance over his shoulder, “Dad, you just sit back and relax. I swear, we can’t smell a thing.”
Gordon begged to differ. After unclipping his safety belt, the aquanaut pushed himself free from his seat and drifted over towards his father. Indeed, the stink intensified the closer he got.
“Ugh, dad!” Gordon turned his face away before pinching his nose, “You reek! When was the last time you had a shower?!”
Jeff’s blue eyes twinkled in humour, “About eight years ago. Unfortunately the Oort Cloud doesn’t offer its residents indoor plumbing. Reckon I went noseblind after the first five months,” Jeff smiled as he extended his arms above his head in a fake stretch, “On a scale of one to ten, how bad would you rate me, son?”
“Thirty!” Gordon gagged, groping desperately for the oxygen masks the Zero-XL was equipped with, “Seriously dad, I’m amazed you’re not the epicentre of a fully functioning ecosystem!”
Jeff smiled proudly, “Jeff Tracy Vintage, available at select stores only,” the Tracy patriarch hesitated for a second before offering Gordon his armpit, “Take a whiff, son. It’ll put hair on your chest.”
Scott shared a look of amusement with John, Virgil and Alan as their father snaked an arm out and yanked Gordon in for a hug. The aquanaut made a sound of muffled distress as he whacked fruitlessly at the arms enveloping him.
“Careful, Gordo,” Virgil warned with a laugh, “We just got him back, don’t break him yet.”
Gordon made no indication he’d even heard Virgil, his energy focussed on trying to escape the noxious grip he was imprisoned in.
“Seriously, I can’t smell anything,” John declared, sticking his nose in the air and sniffing for emphasis, “It must have something to do with the direction of the air circulation.”
Brains adjusted his glasses before swivelling to face Jeff, “I must say I’m incredibly p-proud of your suit’s durability, M-Mr Tracy. It managed to keep you warm in the Oort Cloud’s f-freezing temperatures for over eight years and hasn’t suffered any m-major damage aside from the t-tear on your thigh.”
Jeff inclined his head in gratitude, “You build things to last, Brains. I knew my suit wouldn’t give up until I did.”
Enveloped in the stinky wonderland that was Jeff’s armpit, Gordon felt very much like giving up.
“You done teasing your old man yet?” Jeff asked, affectionately rubbing his knuckles across the aquanaut’s scalp, “Because we’ve still got thirty minutes of flight time remaining if you haven’t.”
“Please!” Gordon begged, his tone pitiful, “At least let me amend my will!”
Jeff was about to reply with something smart about Gordon’s lack of valuable possessions, but was stopped by a weird smell assaulting his nose, “Hold up, something pongs around here. Gordon? Have you been forgetting to floss?”
Almost on cue, a can of easy cheese rolled out of the storage compartment above Gordon’s empty seat and clattered onto the floor. The aquanaut’s caramel eyes widened as an idea hit him.
“No dad, I take great pride in my oral hygiene,” Gordon replied, twisting his face towards Jeff and taking extra care to exaggerate his a’s and h’s.
“Eugh, Gordon! Your breath!” Jeff rasped, holding his son at an arm’s length before glaring accusingly at the can of cheese rolling innocuously past John’s foot, “Don’t tell me you still eat that junk?”
“It’s his go-to deep space snack,” Alan informed, “If you think the cheese breath is bad, wait until the cheese farts start coming. We’ll all be amending our wills if one of those escapes.”
Jeff grimaced as Gordon blew in his face, “Maybe we should confine him to the airlock for the remainder of the flight. Brains? Can we rig up a safety belt in there for him?”
“I’m s-sure I can organise something,” Brains replied, before unclipping himself and drifting towards the rear hatch, “J-John, could you kindly give me a hand?”
“F.A.B,” the redhead replied, freeing himself from his shoulder restraints and floating across the control deck, “Dad, you get Gordon inside. I’ll help Brains stabilise the door.”
With Gordon tucked under his arm like a roll of carpet, Jeff nodded and pulled himself through the airlock’s doorway. He was just preparing to release his hold on the aquanaut when the door suddenly slammed shut.
“John?” Jeff called, his brows knitting together in confusion, “Brains? Open up! You locked me in as well, you fools!”
Back at the helm, Scott shared a look of relief with Virgil, “Ah, thank goodness. I couldn’t have kept that up for much longer.”
“Tell me about it,” Virgil muttered, reaching into the compartment above his head and retrieving a can of air freshener, “Things were going so well until Gordon opened his mouth.”
“It was the right thing,” John exclaimed, pointedly ignoring the bangs and screams that were starting to emanate from the sealed airlock, “Dad may be medically stable, but we won’t know the exact state of his mental health until we’re back home. Until then, it would be wise to refrain from making direct comments about his physical state.”
“Agreed,” Alan replied, before twisting around to gaze in amusement at the airlock door, “Think they’ll be okay in there?”
“Of course,” Virgil replied, popping the top off the air freshener and spraying a liberal amount around the chair Jeff had been sat in, “What better way to bond after eight years of being apart than being locked in an eight foot by eight foot airtight room together?”
John cringed as he made the final preparations for the Zero-XL’s atmospheric re-entry, “I think I’ll stick to a catch up over coffee.”
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I love these vids!
a very small guide about john tracy
For John's birthday week!
Scott is up next on the next week!
*****
More of this: [Squid] | [Lumberjack] | [Rocket Boi]
This is great!! Love it so much!! And congrats on finishing up the set of Tracy brothers!
I have successfully drawn a full set of Tracy brothers! 🎉
Alan took ages to finish because life is being uncooperative... but better late than never, right? Also, weirdly I’d say he was the hardest to draw! It’s a slightly different pose to the original from the show that inspired these, but I couldn’t leave the little space bro out of my gallery 😂
I have no idea what I’m getting into, I think.
TAG TEAM SECRET SANTA
Please reblog if you’re interested in taking part!
I am gauging interest at the moment to see how things may work.
Oh WOW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Such a good job!! Will there be more fics from you? Please?!
Father Figure
Hi everyone. So I happened to be up at 3am the other morning and this was the result. It has been many years since I wrote anything and this is far from perfect but it was a much needed distraction for my sleep deprived brain and I thought that, encouraged by she who encourages all @gumnut-logic I’d fling it up here. I’ve tried to proof it but my brain likes to leave embarrassing mistakes I’ll spot moments after posting. Going to go hide behind the sofa now.
Scott stood on the balcony, his eyes fixed on the silhouette of the giant ship that would carry them to find their father. The sun sinking below the horizon proved a dramatic background to the impressive structure. Resting his forearms on the railing he swirled the liquid in his almost empty glass.
So many thoughts threatened to swallow him up. Failure wasn’t an option but always in those brief moments of circumspection that washed over him in the quiet moments, he found himself clamping down hard on the fear and doubt that threatened at the edges of his mind. He scrubbed a hand over his face. He felt weary in that moment.
His brothers had all gone their separate ways quickly after the debrief of the dramatic run in with the crablogger earlier. He suspected that their readiness to disappear was less to do with respect for his order that they go rest and more because they too wanted time to process the sheer magnitude of what they were about to do.
The future of everything would be decided with the launch of the behemoth.
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I love how the animators made the guest characters look somewhat like their voice actors!!
Thunderbirds are Go + Guest Characters
Happy Thunderbirds Day to everyone who loves all things Thunderbirds! 💙💚🧡💛❤🖤 FAB
Happy Thunderbirds Day!
I love this so much! Well done!!
Okay then, it's Thunderbirds day. So I made this. Well I have no idea if it counts too but yeah anyways, it's my really first video edit. I hope you like it. Let me know if the quality is bad or sth however it's all tumblr's fault.
Happy Thunderbirds day!