#(not for long though)

[maria-ruta]

Death for Koshey

[ambrosia-online]

gfs

[mcdolann]

bro it’s not even september and it’s already hitting the 30s this week. we’re in for it this summer.

[dongyeonsimp]

I just KNOW Han Seo was practicing his speeches for the public after his brother got arrested and repeatedly had to start over cuz he kept laughing

[skymaiden32]

Routine And Terror

Read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn @idontknowreallywhy (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 14: Submarine

When Gordon was in WASP, he commanded a deep-sea bathyscaphe for a year. This is the story of how that adventure ended, and what it could mean for the aquanaut service.

Continuity: TOS

A/n: References to Stingray abound! ^^ I just couldn't resist… >:3

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Wake up. Shower. Breakfast. Give orders. Lunch. Give more orders. Dinner. Sleep.

Wake up. Shower. Breakfast. Give orders. Lunch. Give more orders. Dinner. Sleep.

Wake up. Shower. Breakfast. Give orders. Lunch. Give more orders. Dinner. Sleep.

The days were always the same. An everlasting blur of events that Lieutenant Gordon Tracy struggled through just to be able to say he was doing his duty as the Commander of the deep sea bathyscaphe he and his crew were currently on. His year was almost up, just a couple of weeks were left now. 

He felt as though the routine was slowly killing him from the inside out, taking his joy and free spirit the longer he sat in his command chair. Gordon loved the sea. More than the average person, and perhaps more than he probably should. But even he was beginning to feel stuck here. He sighed, grateful that all but the night crew were in their cabins, and pulled out a photo he’d taken with his family at Alan’s 16th birthday party. His only younger brother’s face beamed up at him, their three elder brothers looking up in fondness and reassurance.

If there was one thing he loved more than the dark blue waters of the ocean, it was his family. He missed them dearly, and the absence drove him to near insanity. But at the same time thoughts of them, of his father and his brothers, kept him sane. It was an odd paradox, but one Gordon found himself clinging onto. 

He clung onto his father and grandmother’s love, both of them tough but fair. He clung onto Scott’s brotherly concern and Virgil’s melodies. He clung onto John’s tales of the great tapestry of stars and planets and Alan’s dreams of glory on the racetrack. Most of all, he clung onto the promise that he’d made to all of them. The promise that he’d come home. And that was what kept him going. Throughout all of this, it came down to them.

The harsh ringing in the corner of his cabin caught him off-guard, almost making him jump and fall out of the bunk. Wondering who could be ringing at this time of night, Gordon clicked select on the video phone. The face of one of his subordinates looked back at him. Gordon resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “What’s wrong, Cadet Peters?” He frowned. “Your shift has been over for two hours. Get to bed.”

The cadet gritted her teeth nervously. “We have a problem, Lieutenant…” Gordon raised an eyebrow, prompting the woman to continue. “We have a breach in the port side of the hull.” Her superior lurched, bursting out of his cabin and into the corridor, heading for the bridge. Gordon thanked their lucky stars that the sub was nowhere near crush depth, having only just dived again after gathering supplies from the land above. The sea wouldn’t crush them, but it would still be their death if they didn’t act fast.

“Lieutenant on the bridge!” He heard as he burst through the double steel doors that separated the submarine's nerve centre from the main corridors. 

He quickly barked orders. “Jonas! Give me a damage report!” 

Jonas was happy to oblige. “Port side of our hull is badly damaged; near the engine bay. We’re leaking water.”

Another officer yelled. “If we don’t fix this soon we’ll be dead in the water.”

The chaos of the bridge only got larger and louder. “All right!” Gordon yelled out. To his surprise, they all listened without much argument. “Let’s not lose our heads, or we really will be stuck.” He turned to Peters, who’d only just come in. “Cadet, radio the engine bay and tell them to cut all power.” She nodded, rushing off to complete her assigned task. “Jonas. Surface. I don’t care what you have to do to accomplish it, but surface.” He looked at the other officer who had yelled before. “Prepare the lifeboats and be prepared to evacuate once we reach the surface. The rest of you, get ready to run. I need to let Marineville HQ know what’s going on.”

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‘How was this even possible…?’ Gordon asked over and over again in his head once he and his crew were safe and sound on dry land. It shouldn’t have been possible; that bathyscape had withstood even the toughest of rocks and the roughest of waters during the testing phase. But even then, he supposed there were a lot of things about the sea that humanity knew nothing about, and perhaps never would. It had been one of the reasons he’d agreed to take the position as commander-in-chief of the vessel after all.

A knock on the door interrupted his train of thought. “You okay, Gords?” His younger brother strode into the room, sitting next to him on the bed. 

“I’m okay, Al.” Gordon grinned impishly. “I’m still here, aren’t I?” His mind flashed to the day they’d returned to Marineville with the help of a naval ship, weary and tired from days adrift at sea, but otherwise unharmed. The bathyscaphe had sunk, taking all the research they’d made with it. And so close to the end of its trial period, too. Commander Shore hadn’t been happy about the loss, but had acknowledged Gordon’s quick thinking and decision making skills to get everyone out alive. Thanks to him, they hadn’t lost a single aquanaut. “I’m just thinking about how that sub could’ve gotten damaged. We were in open water; no rocks in sight. Weather was optimal. And yet there was a massive hole in the side of the hull.” Alan frowned doubtfully. “Don’t give me that, we all saw it.”

His brother paused before asking the question. “Could you have been attacked?” 

“Maybe.” Gordon hummed. “But I doubt it. Our sonar didn’t pick up anything like another submersible… Guess it’s about time to switch to that new hydrophone technology the boffins have been bragging about.” He mused, huffing, and flopped backwards onto his bed. The thought that someone, or something, had attacked them sent shivers down his spine.

The two brothers sat in silence for a good few minutes, just enjoying each other's company for a brief moment. “We were really worried when we heard what had happened from Marineville, you know. For two days, none of us had any idea if you were safe…”

“Let me guess,” Gordon started, “don’t do it again?” Alan nodded furiously, and his brother shook his head in turn. “You know it doesn’t just work like that, Al. Not after what happened to Scott in Bereznik.” His eyes drooped apologetically at the words. Everyone hated remembering that time period, and they all made sure to never even say the name of the country in front of their eldest brother. “Military life is dangerous.”

Alan sighed. “I know. I just wish none of us had to deal with it…”

Gordon sat up from his position and wrapped an arm around his brother, pulling the aspiring motorist into a hug. “Hey, it’ll work out. We’ll all be okay. You know nothing can keep us down for long.”

[helloinvisibleassassin]

its been awhile! I decided to draw some spooky hyacinth after re-reading! Still love the fic!

 In the language of flowers

@ataintedcure

[iconsumethesoulsofthedamned]

being obsessed with a character with zero queer coding and only queer vibes for the first time is awful I have to do all the work myself this is pathetic.

[galacticyoite]

yukimi finding yoite in ch 50

[rhysnolastname]

I need a nasty make out session and then sleep. And then I’ll be normal.

[noelledeltarune]

my exam: in 10 hours

noelle’s status: still awake

[isolarya]

Chapters: 3/31 Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott Major | Smajor1995, Minor Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar - Relationship, Minor Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood/Rendog - Relationship, Jimmy | Solidarity & Scott Major | Smajor1995 Characters: Scott Major | Smajor1995, Jimmy | Solidarity, Charles | Grian, ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Joel | SmallishBeans, 3rd Life SMP Ensemble Additional Tags: Whump, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Screenplay/Script Format, only for some of it, Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname Needs a Hug, Friends to Lovers, Non-Linear Narrative Summary:

On his sixteenth birthday, Prince Scott finds a book in the shelves of Rivendell. Written in these pages is the story of Scott Smajor, with the blood, the tears, and everything in between. It is on this day their tales entwine, and now there is no going back.

This is their story. It changes everything.

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(in which scott smajor’s story is told, and the one who reads it might just regret it)

[lovelyhan]

im back <33

[izchone]

do u guys remember me😇

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Longer haitus

Sorry for a much longer haitus. Ive been home for a bit and my adhd brain is not letting me have motivation. Feel free to still send requests and such, but finishing them might be a bit slow.

[oyonok]

We started another campaign! This time in central Florida.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon