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The happiest of birthdays to my big little brother @ilikebigshipsandicannotlie

(no we didn’t forget and never would you big muppet) 🥰

The wisest and kindest heart, the strongest and most gentle arms, the deftest fingers and the a softest soul.

The best bro-friend a guy could ever ask for 🥹

Love you l’il bro 💙💚 Earth & Sky Forever xxx

And yes, that top left one is what his hair would be like without the dye and the scaffolding 🥰

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Flying over this mountain always gives me the strangest feeling I’m being watched 🥴 Who can spot which it is?

Been a long one but a good one. Home to catch a few hours rest as I’m off rota this weekend and jetting off to flyboy camp 😁

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I will accept being a parachuting dog if that makes you happy. That actually sounds quite cool…

Watermelon is the least solid of the technical solids!!! Get over here and eat some bread for all our sakes!!

I could make you shark toast? 🥺

Not only did I send an ask yesterday evening that has not been answered, but I see you have also not answered my one from the day before? What is the point of International Rescue being on social media to “engage with fans” if you do not, in fact, engage with fans?

-a fan who is reconsidering

Hello fan who is reconsidering (that’s a heck of a last name)

Very sorry that your ask hasn’t been answered (is it the one about which type of dog we’d all be or the one about Dad’s boots?)

We’ve had a busy run this week, and after a seventeen hour stint last night that we’ve only just got home from, didn’t get a chance to check the inbox.

If you have a free minute, turn on the news, you might see why 🙃

Slightly busy. Just a bit. Y’know, trying to save lives in a disaster zone, thirteen hours in the water and in the dark, things like that. Nothing important obviously.

But hey, gotta know if we’d be labradors or poodles right? I’ll see what I can do for ya 🙂‍↔️

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do you think you are going to get to see your nieces and nephews? it seems like your brothers have partners with their own lives - why would they stay on the island?

Oh! Well I… I hope so?

I mean of course I can’t expect everyone to stay here on the island (even if that is unequivocally the Uncle Scott dream) but they would always be welcome to visit and I would visit them lots if they wanted.

Benefits of a brother with a plane that can get you anywhere on the planet in half an hour:

- 3am screaming-baby sleeplessness? The baby-whispering relief crew can be there in 30 mins (plus-however-long to-drive-from-landing-spot) and he can walk kiddo up and down all night if you need

- Run outta diapers or wipes? He’ll bring a stash top up AND change ‘em.

- Stuck in house with virus-ridden toddler and need sugar and a break to scream at the sky? He’s there with snacks and an immense repertoire of stories and songs.

Essentially I’m planning to be so Useful they would be crazy not to have me around sometimes.

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I can help here:

Me: big skinny speedy dog, likes cuddles

Virg: large floofy dog. Really floofy. Often mistaken for bear. Likes sleeping.

Alan: small excitable dog. Yappy. Likes chewing things.

Gordon: one of those dogs that spends half its time in a filthy pond and the other half shaking filthy pond water over you. Likes filthy ponds and rolling on expensive rugs.

Kayo: slinky stealth dog. I dunno like a police tracker maybe. Looks adorable, will bite off your arm. Likes biting off arms.

Squirt: tiny splashy puddle dog. Spirited, no sense of self-preservation, wants to be a pond dog but you’re terrified it’ll get eaten by a heron. Likes puddles and barking at dogs 8x its size.

Dad: another police dog I reckon. Looks benign and kinda soft but will drag you 5 miles by the leg if it reckons it’s needed. Likes snoozing and finding massive sticks to drag around to prove it still can.

John: Cat.

Right, Fish… if you don’t sleep soon I’m gonna hit you over the head with something. And when did you last eat a meal you had to chew? 🤨

Not only did I send an ask yesterday evening that has not been answered, but I see you have also not answered my one from the day before? What is the point of International Rescue being on social media to “engage with fans” if you do not, in fact, engage with fans?

-a fan who is reconsidering

Hello fan who is reconsidering (that’s a heck of a last name)

Very sorry that your ask hasn’t been answered (is it the one about which type of dog we’d all be or the one about Dad’s boots?)

We’ve had a busy run this week, and after a seventeen hour stint last night that we’ve only just got home from, didn’t get a chance to check the inbox.

If you have a free minute, turn on the news, you might see why 🙃

Slightly busy. Just a bit. Y’know, trying to save lives in a disaster zone, thirteen hours in the water and in the dark, things like that. Nothing important obviously.

But hey, gotta know if we’d be labradors or poodles right? I’ll see what I can do for ya 🙂‍↔️

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In fairness Sir Cleansalot was an entirely standard issue Roomba when we bought him.

Somewhere along the line between the Tinies sticking googly eyes on and him escaping the villa to go see the view from the top of the volcano… that appears to have changed. Now he likes philosophy, the beach and has somehow hacked his way into tumblr.

We blamed EOS initially but she denies having anything to do with it (and they bicker constantly so it does seem unlikely)

Anyway, I do apologise, Sir. There is no need to make all of the flooring dinner-plate clean (maybe just the kitchen? Cos… stuff does get dropped and it’s the 2060s - we live in a zero-waste society 😁)

Y’all know those days where by 6am it’s already clear the universe is not gonna be on your side today?

😩

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With a younger brother now apparently dating quite a famous face, it seems romance found your family after all. Perhaps there is a lucky lady out there for Flyboy Womaniser Scott Tracy yet?

Huh this is odd. I’m sure I’ve replied to this before.

In fact yeah - I did:

Not quite sure what you’re expecting from this one, dear Anon but I haven’t really got anything else to say beyond that…

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Oh this wasn’t a Grandma one (that might have been considered the universe trying to save me).

Nor was it one of mine. Was just a shop bought one I picked up on the way back from a mission. Was gonna heat it up for a bit of a treat. Ah well. Pie is pie.

Y’all know those days where by 6am it’s already clear the universe is not gonna be on your side today?

😩

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Y’all know those days where by 6am it’s already clear the universe is not gonna be on your side today?

😩

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Oh Squirt!

Gordon fell out of a tree once, broke his arm and chipped a baby tooth - guess he was a bit younger, though, maybe 6? It maaaaaay have been slightly my fault as I went pretty high up and he tried to follow 😬

I dodged the tree-related arm injuries but my parents woulda said that wasn’t exactly an achievement because of the ankle and the rib.

Doesn’t stop trees being fun though does it? 😁

Guess which small and feral individual had to leave day camp early today because they fell out of a tree!!✨

They're pretty beat up, apparently it was quite a big drop but they'll be ok, though they're very grumpled because they're grounded from training sessions for a while so please be gentle with them.💛

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Fan who’s ‘fan-ship’ is conditional on you bowing to their every whim at the expense of all else ≠ fan.

Thus no loss.

You are under no obligation to reply to anyone Fish, I think you know that but just in case the exhaustion from a 17 hour rescue has left you feeling wobbly…

Not only did I send an ask yesterday evening that has not been answered, but I see you have also not answered my one from the day before? What is the point of International Rescue being on social media to “engage with fans” if you do not, in fact, engage with fans?

-a fan who is reconsidering

Hello fan who is reconsidering (that’s a heck of a last name)

Very sorry that your ask hasn’t been answered (is it the one about which type of dog we’d all be or the one about Dad’s boots?)

We’ve had a busy run this week, and after a seventeen hour stint last night that we’ve only just got home from, didn’t get a chance to check the inbox.

If you have a free minute, turn on the news, you might see why 🙃

Slightly busy. Just a bit. Y’know, trying to save lives in a disaster zone, thirteen hours in the water and in the dark, things like that. Nothing important obviously.

But hey, gotta know if we’d be labradors or poodles right? I’ll see what I can do for ya 🙂‍↔️

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Hey Snotty, i have a question for you ...

Theoretically, if i managed to do a prison break, would you produce the bail money?

Theoretically, that is

The thought hadn't crossed my mind ... well ... sorta, you know

Just curious, and don't give me a lecture about how hard you worked to try and reform me ... blah blah blah

For the record, I'm doing fairly well in here, much better than the last two places.

It ain't no hotel, thats the reality

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Oh H, all the bail money in the world wouldn’t help… you’ve already been convicted. There isn’t bail now.

You just gotta serve out your sentence. What you need to do is keep your nose clean, prove you can let the good person inside you win over the chaos demon streak and hope the custodial part of the sentence can be shortened and you can spend the last bit of it in the community, proving yourself. At that point… we might be able to be more help.

As it is - if you know you’re in a better place than you would be if they returned you to super max security? Well… a wise person wouldn’t jeopardise that.

As for reforming you? That’s nothing to do with me. That is entirely your own choice and hard work. I can only cheer you on from the sidelines and hope.

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For letting you be scared and hurt when I should have prevented it.

I just like to know where everything is. Maybe? Only a crazy man wouldn’t be.

I’m not sure the 24/7 beach look is for me, Gordon and I didn’t have any need to splash until the prospect of you turning up. Now I might feel so inclined… 😈 Captain Flappy does have some skills…

I hope you don't mind the question I'm about to ask. My mom was just here to give me some comfort after my physio, and as old as I am, it felt like the best things in the world wrapped up with a big red bow. What's a special or favorite comfort memory you have of a moment shared between you and your mom?

Ahh I’m so pleased you were able to share that time with your Mom, it’s so special. I bet she’s super worried about you. I hope the physio is going ok?

A special or favourite comfort memory for me about Mom huh?

This is a hard question because, well, I guess there are a whole lot. While she’s sort of in my head most of the time, if I sit and try to deliberately think about her it’s like somebody put a highlight reel on fast forward? It’s… bright… and… flickering? There are a load of moments all jostling for space. I find it hard to focus on one aspect because even if I could pin them all down she was even more than the sum of the moments. She was everything all at once somehow.

If I think about how the memory of her comforts me now… then I think… huh… Ok actually there is something and this may sound strange but here goes:

Mom was a really tactile person. Like, really tactile. She wasn’t just big on hugs (for all she was REALLY big on hugs, her favourite was trying to hug us all at once ��) but almost every conversation with us was accompanied by her reaching out and making contact in some way - be that grabbing your hand or squeezing your arm or the lightest little tap of a finger on your nose, or stroking your cheek with a knuckle. She had this way of conveying how delighted by our existence she was in the most mundane conversation.

I guess as a teenager I got a little more “Mooooom get offf!” because I was embarrassed at being treated like a kid or something. Obviously in retrospect I was a complete idiot cos you never know how long you have with someone, right? I desperately hope she didn’t think it was that I didn’t want her to express her affection for me, I was just… ugh. Yeah. Teenager.

But even then - if I was stressed or sad, like when trying to do school work, or friendships were hard or I’d embarrassed myself in front of a girl I liked or the brothers were being impossible… I had this habit of curling up small so nobody could see my face while I tried to get my emotions straight and she’d just come up and put her hand on my head and weave her fingers through my hair and stroke so gently it was hardly detectable and yet somehow all the hard twisty feelings would just melt out through my scalp somehow? Sometimes she didn’t even need to say anything… I coulda been slouched over my laptop at the kitchen table cursing the essay I had to do on the civil war or something and she’d just walk by, do THAT, and then head over to make coffee or whatever and I’d somehow find the strength to write the next sentence.

People don’t tend to touch my hair a lot (super shiny gel forcefield keeps them at a distance 😏) but yeah when things are tricky I guess I imagine her doing that sometimes and it… helps?

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Hahaha S Wheeler PsyD the Fish is anything but subtle. But I’m not a complete idiot so of course I’m going to respond well when he’s nice. Sometimes, as humbling as it is to know you’re being Managed, the process not unpleasant and I’m never going to turn down a chance of extra Moana time (or 1:1 time with any of them).

What you don’t see is the stomping, the eye rolling, the yelling because ‘how dare you tell me what to do I know everything already and god forbid anyone should worry about me even if I have given them AMPLE and CONSTANT reason to do so!’ or worse - the cold sarcasm that burns its way through any last shreds of self-confidence the target may have retained.

In other words: standard little brother nonsense.

But you’re not wrong about one thing… as much as I am uh, a bit of a fool and resist it - he can be pretty spot on in knowing what I need to hear when I’m struggling. He is wiser than we usually admit. And he has a heart of absolute gold - I trust him without question. I couldn’t do any of it without his faith and support, actually, which I’m kinda new to realising cos… well it’s hard enough accepting help from Virgil and John… so… 🥴 and I guess what makes it so interesting is that the reason we spark off each other so much is the same reason I know deep down that he gets me. In fact if it wasn’t for the whole being the big brother / former substitute parent thing (which would make it wrong and unfair of me to expect it of him or burden him with my rubbish) he’d be an excellent confidant.

So maybe I’ll adjust that to adorable little fish and infuriating squiddy menace for you are neither horrible nor an idiot, Fishy.

(And you were 100% right about the fish tank.)

Not a question but a compliment. You are very good with your brother Scott...with all of your brothers actually ( based on your interactions with them on this forum), but you really know how to get him to relax, release, and unwind. You know how to approach him subtly, with kindness, patience, and gentle ease. We are all connected to the people in our lives for a reason, and you give him what he needs just as much as he gives it to all of you. Lovely family.

Have you ever thought about a side gig in family psych? You are a natural, young man.

S. Wheeler- PsyD.

Oh wow. I mean thanks, that’s very kind of you, but I’m not entirely sure that’s accurate.

Not sure Scott would use the words “subtle”, “gentle” and getting him to “unwind” when it comes to me and him 😂 more likely to be “horrible little fish” and “infuriating squiddy idiot” who gave him a lot of his gray hairs.

Despite the times we might argue, we’re all very close. The five of us have always had each other and… yeah. That’s just how it is, y’know? We look after each other as much as we can because we love each other, y’know? Nothing more important than family 🫶🏻

A side gig in family psych though? Nah, you’re alright. Spent enough time with the mind unscramblers for one lifetime. Not sure I’ve got the talents for it either.

I do, from time to time, get asked to visit the neuro unit in Auckland, and it’s always a privilege to see the incredible work they’re doing with the psych team. Tracy Industries helps support them on the side - funding more trauma counsellors, upgrading their equipment, installing an accessible jungle gym and providing play therapists for the children’s ward.

(We also may have insisted on installing a giant fish tank in the entrance… because, honestly, every place is better with a fish tank 😌)

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I don’t “brood” I just think deeply sometimes. It’s NOT the same thing!

John… can you do a life sign sweep of the island to check we don’t have any… spectators? 🤨

A brooding Commander Tracy, jeans rolled to the knees displaying those lovely calves, the surf washing over his tired feet?

Yeah I’ll watch that.

Let us join you, Anon 😌

And if he had to take his shirt off to enjoy the sunshine? What a pity that would be 🤤

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Ah. I think I know when that coulda been. They tried to wake you a li’l bit before you were ready, kinda to see if you… would? Because… well.. It was… tricky. But you proved Dr Doom wrong and I was so relieved. Not sure how to feel about the fact you remember it (am so sorry Fish) but I’m glad you knew I was there.

I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in it what with the whole private island business but I think I’d feel safer in shorts so thanks.

I’d only come down for some fresh air… not all of us default to wet mode at a second’s notice, y’know? But now you mention it a paddle / swim might be just the ticket.

I hope you don't mind the question I'm about to ask. My mom was just here to give me some comfort after my physio, and as old as I am, it felt like the best things in the world wrapped up with a big red bow. What's a special or favorite comfort memory you have of a moment shared between you and your mom?

Ahh I’m so pleased you were able to share that time with your Mom, it’s so special. I bet she’s super worried about you. I hope the physio is going ok?

A special or favourite comfort memory for me about Mom huh?

This is a hard question because, well, I guess there are a whole lot. While she’s sort of in my head most of the time, if I sit and try to deliberately think about her it’s like somebody put a highlight reel on fast forward? It’s… bright… and… flickering? There are a load of moments all jostling for space. I find it hard to focus on one aspect because even if I could pin them all down she was even more than the sum of the moments. She was everything all at once somehow.

If I think about how the memory of her comforts me now… then I think… huh… Ok actually there is something and this may sound strange but here goes:

Mom was a really tactile person. Like, really tactile. She wasn’t just big on hugs (for all she was REALLY big on hugs, her favourite was trying to hug us all at once 🥹) but almost every conversation with us was accompanied by her reaching out and making contact in some way - be that grabbing your hand or squeezing your arm or the lightest little tap of a finger on your nose, or stroking your cheek with a knuckle. She had this way of conveying how delighted by our existence she was in the most mundane conversation.

I guess as a teenager I got a little more “Mooooom get offf!” because I was embarrassed at being treated like a kid or something. Obviously in retrospect I was a complete idiot cos you never know how long you have with someone, right? I desperately hope she didn’t think it was that I didn’t want her to express her affection for me, I was just… ugh. Yeah. Teenager.

But even then - if I was stressed or sad, like when trying to do school work, or friendships were hard or I’d embarrassed myself in front of a girl I liked or the brothers were being impossible… I had this habit of curling up small so nobody could see my face while I tried to get my emotions straight and she’d just come up and put her hand on my head and weave her fingers through my hair and stroke so gently it was hardly detectable and yet somehow all the hard twisty feelings would just melt out through my scalp somehow? Sometimes she didn’t even need to say anything… I coulda been slouched over my laptop at the kitchen table cursing the essay I had to do on the civil war or something and she’d just walk by, do THAT, and then head over to make coffee or whatever and I’d somehow find the strength to write the next sentence.

People don’t tend to touch my hair a lot (super shiny gel forcefield keeps them at a distance 😏) but yeah when things are tricky I guess I imagine her doing that sometimes and it… helps?

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I suppose cannibalism is cannibalism even if it’s only mild cannibalism..

Well, when in New Orleans 🤤

@squidsinashirt what a shame you couldn’t come 😏