#1965 fun

[goshyesvintageads]

General Motors Corp, 1975

[edorazzi]

It's Tintin Day again!!! 💖

Bringing back Thunderbirds' Tin-Tin Kyrano for a cute outfit swap because I love her. Her pets sure are colder, scalier and snappier than Snowy! 🐊🐶

[cerealkiller740]

1965 Sealtest Crazy Vanilla Ice Cream

[beatleswings]

THE BEATLES performing "I Want To Hold Your Hand" on THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW. Taped on February 9 but aired on February 23, 1964.

[vintageadsmakemehappy]

1965 Volkswagen Beetle advertisement

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

*Chaotic music plays in the background*

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[astranite]

CH2 Coming Home Loudly

John isn't okay because it sure is lonely up in space. Scott follows through on his promises; he's here for his brothers and nothing, not even the distance between Earth and Thunderbird Five could stop him. Gordon is also Making Sure This Happens. --After suffering in silence, John comes home.

@janetm74 's Suffering In Silence which this follows. Ch1 upon tumblr.

@lying4sport

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It had been twelve weeks since anyone had last hugged John or touched him at all. Scott would've been the last, leaving him on Thunderbird Five months ago with a quick squeeze of his shoulder to say goodbye. If Scott had known then that it would be for this long or had put together the pieces about the debacle with Alan already, he would have given in to the urge to tackle John into a hug, professional dignity while on duty be damned. He only had now and his brother in his arms.

All things considered, the stifled sob John let out was far from surprising. 

How he tugged away from the contact fully was even less so. Scott let him go, not forcing his brother to put up with his personal space being invaded when he was so unused to having anyone else around. He wouldn't anyway, even if his own heart ached. John needed physical affection to be on his own terms as much as he did need it.

John's arms went back to hugging himself as he rocked on his feet from heel to toe and back again, sniffling. "It's really nice to have you here."

"I'm glad to see you too. I really am," Scott replied. That barely begun to express how badly he wanted only to sit at John’s side and talk about anything or nothing at all, simply to be close.

Pretending to inspect the big ol' International Rescue sign became far more interesting as Scott turned away to let John surreptitiously wipe at his eyes. Spelled out in blaring capital letters, it was underlined red on the front of their space station

Funny how they had built this massive sign into Thunderbird Five up here where only John saw.

Scott ran his hands through his hair. He'd heard his brother's voice, seen his image through their communications array every day and near every mission since John had last rotated out, but it didn’t compare. Never could. It had been so damn long since he'd actually been physically in John's presence. 

He missed him ever so much.

He spun back to John, slowly to give him warning but too fast because right now he needed his brother in his sight. John seemed a bit more with it, the mask of Thunderbird Five, the larger than life promise of salvation overshadowing the very human operator slipping back into place. There were still cracks in it to see his brother through as John fidgeted with his uniform, twisting his fingers around his baldric until it crumpled.

He was more the utterly exhausted, probably covered in mud and hangry level of put together of the others after a mission, than John's usual never less than perfect. Scott would take what he could get though. If John started crying again, Scott couldn't guarantee he wouldn't either. 

"You ready to head home?" Scott said suddenly. 

He craned his neck around to look at the gleaming control panels, their blinking lights shining as brightly as they should. There. Sorted. Given this was John, of course it was: he’d never leave Five anything less than gleaming. They could go home.

John paused, his movements dying down into unnatural stillness. He lifted his chin, looking Scott straight in the eye like he was presenting his case before a committee of the entire world judging him, instead of it only being them. 

"No."

The single word came out blunt anyway.

Scott tensed up. To leave without John… he couldn’t—

Scott forced himself to take a deep breath. John wasn't exactly making sense, but when it came to his oh so clever little brother, it was most often Scott who was missing part of the equation.

"You don't want to? Or is there something else?" he asked, hesitant. 

It was rare for John to be this thrown by anything. But then this wasn’t an everyday situation, or rather it never should’ve become one so ceaselessly.

“Jay, what’s going on?”

Scott didn’t know how not to worry.

"No!” John shook his head frantically. “No, I want to go home."

His hands flailed through the air as if he was trying to sketch out a diagram of the problem for Scott. They rose upwards before John brought them down fast, flicking them, flapping them in rapid, repeating succession.

It struck Scott how long it had been since John had let him see him do that. With came the piercing realisation of long since he’d been physically in front of John to see him. In front of a camera and across comms, John held his hands below the field of view unless one was delicately wrapped around his microphone.

A tiny piece of the tension eased. John took a deep, shuddering breath, placing his words deliberately: "Father told me to pack my bags. I'm not packed. So therefore I'm not ready.”

To leave without John… he couldn’t—

As Scott reached for him, out of an instinct to comfort his brother in any way he could, John flinched back. He flattened himself against the wall, limbs compressed inwards as if he wanted to to sink through the glass and disappear into the star punctured void outside. 

John had always had the talent of making himself small. Scott was the one here on Five who was too loud and out of place.

 “So therefore I can’t go home,” John murmured. Or rather he mumbled, barely audible syllables clinging to each other instead of cutting through the noise clear as day. Scott had nicknamed the latter as his newsreader's voice once upon a time, on a day they’d been messing about over the comms as each brother requested John do different voices and Jeff pretended to not hear. 

It was what the world heard of Thunderbird Five, through and through. But not all there was to him.

Scott's hands found their way into his own hair again, tugging at it. He hadn’t thought. Grabbing him into a hug wouldn’t work with John. Never had. Sometimes that meant Scott wasn’t sure what to do.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

This was unfair, so fundamentally unfair that Scott didn't know what to do with it. He wanted John, down on Earth for however long he needed, happy and safe, but this wasn't the kind of rescue where Scott could throw him over his shoulder and carry him out of the burning building. It wasn't that sort of strength Scott needed. 

What he needed was John’s own quiet strength, to calm and care for and carry people through to hope on only his voice. Yet what he had was himself.

[frauleinsmaria]

✨ give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around ✨

[fitsofgloom]

Come Travel To My Funhouse,

It's Such A Wild Ride!

My Mind Is Full of Wonders,

You'll Have Quite The Time!

[brucequeensteen]

i know i said i have fun with contradictions in research and how its interesting when personal accounts clash... but im doing monkees research right now and i swear to god if peter tork contradicts himself ONE MORE TIME im raising him from the dead just to shout at him

[federer7]

Fun in Finland, 1965

Photo: Tony Vaccaro

[coffeeallaloneandlord]

my boss told me he got/is giving me free tickets to see electric light orchestra (ELO!) next Monday in Boston so I guess that's what I should bump today. Don't bring me down is a banger. Also wrapping my mind around a trip to Boston next week but that's a problem for next week lol.

[pasta-pardner]

Manco and Mortimer are partners, in every sense of the word.

[the-alan-price-combo]

in which Mickie Most crashes Alan and Eric's lunch date to ask them if they want to cover a song 🙏

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 5: Anything Goes! - Prologue

Heya guys! ^^

This is the start of the next chapter of KRTB series! While it has taken a bit long, it is slowly picking up steam! Thank you everyone for the support!

Now, let's start the fun! >:3

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Deep within the temple, screams of agony echoed through its dimly lit hallways. The flames on the torches flickered with unease.

“Kyrano!” the Hood’s voice boomed through the temple, “Give me the information I need!”

A whimpering cry echoed, though nobody heard what it said.

The screams increased, shaking the place to the core. Like sent of blood, it rose interest of the Elemental Masters.

The horrid sounds gave Terratroll a kick as he was hopping with amusement.

Aquarien lay on a chair made of rich red silk and expensive wood while licking her lips, at one point murmured in wishful thinking about adding more cruelty to the torture.

Pyrohimera was combing his flaming mane with intrigue, throwing a glance at the Master of Air who had the opposite reaction to all of them.

He was about to say something until the Hood barged the door open and entered the room, sweat covered his bald head and frustrated face. So much so his thick eyebrows were glimmering.

“My despicable half-brother!” the Hood growled under his breath, “Still haven’t told me the secrets to International Rescue, despite my continuous discipline!”

“Ooooohhh. He is with International Rescue?” Aquarien rose a bit from her chair, her clawed hand waved her fingers till they woven around her chin, “Why can’t you just slowly choke him, until he foams in his mouth? You’ll get the secrets drained out of him easily!”

“I would have, if my powers could reach his throat, foolish creature!”

“How lame… Should’ve told him he was going to die anyways. His kind are nothing more than sub-human,” she huffed, getting up from her prestige seat and walked away with an air of disappointment.

The Hood huffed, grumbled, growled, and waved his fists in the air in utter annoyance as he stomped around the room.

He then spotted the Master of Air, simply standing there watching him with a pensive aura. The bald maniac sagged his shoulders and shouted.

“Do you have nothing to say?!”

Pyrohimera stepped in at his full loyal and formal frame next to his Summoner.

“Just now, he mentioned about how this whole commotion you were doing were getting into his nerves…”

“He- He wants ME to shup up!?”

“I don’t understand his standing, either,” The Master of Fire quickly replied.

The Hood threw a deathly glare the offending monster, his eyes glowed with a terrible light with desire to torture him with the same treatment as he did with Kyrano and every victim that came across him!

The Master of Air, unaffected and unbothered, let out a huff and slowly walked away, with dust kicked aside from his crow-like feet and tattered cloth.

“Maybe, we should focus on our mission to conquer International Rescue!” Terratroll stepped in next to Pyrohimera, who’s face immediately dropped into utter annoyance, “I heard of a little… information that dropped off that sub-human’s tongue…”

“Right…” The Hood took a deep breath as he fixed his collar of his jewelled outfit and hastily walked to the alter. The two Elemental Masters followed him, standing opposite of him.

“I want you to send your troops to the NY-P Children’s Hospital in New York City!” he pointed at the mentioned spot on the map of the huge city, "Cause as much destruction as you can. And let them come! The rest you know what to do..."

The Master of Fire leaned in and frowned. He took note of place where the new target was, and the place where he first unleashed his horde.

“There’s a problem, Summoner,” he objected, “I’m still not sure if the Kamen Riders were still in this area. There’s a possibility they haven’t left their post…”

“Oh, how about I’ll help you with that…” the Earth Kaijin threw a side-eye with a nasty grin on his rocky face.

“What do you offer now, Terratroll?”

“I’ll send a battalion of my Monopods, and a Brute Commander. For the latter, I suggest infusing some of your power into him,” Terratroll calmly explained.

Pyrohimera rubbed his chin mane with a thoughtful expression.

“Very well, I’ll take your offer,” he slowly nodded. Then he immediately pointed a serious finger at his colleague, “But if this plan fails, then I will be disappointed!”

“No, I will be disappointed!” hissed the Master of Earth.

The Master of Fire let out an annoyed growl. Slowly raising his dragon head that acted as left his arm, and blew fire at him. Huffing, Terratroll’s hand transformed into a cannon to return the disrespect his flaming fellow was about to receive.

But the impending fight was quickly interrupted by the Hood! Who threw a dagger in between them, jabbing it into the wall.

“Do your mission already!” he yelled, spooking them both.

His glowing eyes burned bright with boiling hot anger, his booming voice shook the Kaijins and the temple.

“I will make them PAY! I will make them weep as I burn what they care about!”

From the corner of the room, the Master of Air turned around and quietly muttered in the driest of tones, “Fools...”