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@cg29 @mrmustachious @drileyf @ak47stylegirl @ak47stylegirl @katblu42 @alexthefly @janetm74 @soniabigcheese @tinytracys @m-calculus week 2 of our cousins vacation. The virgils went to the ballet while everyone else stayed at the hotel and John read a story
And us Gordons went to the park! And there was a duck baby! And we made friends with a duck, sunbathed, played in the bug hotel, and climbed trees. It was exhausting so we then had hot chocolate at the cafe!
#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#gordon tracy#sea bean#plush life#team sea bean#the adventures of the sea bean#alan tracy#virgil tracy#john tracy#scott tracy
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I made a new lock screen for my tablet because I love my squid boy.💛💛
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanart#gordon tracy#squid squadくコ:彡#team sea bean#kidthunder's art#sfw interaction only
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Guess who's birthday it is!!!! It's officially February 14th in the UK!!💛💛💛
I'm so excited, I've been a part of a couple of projects for today and I'm looking forward to seeing the finished products. I'm also excited to see all your works celebrating this amazing character.💛💛
Happy Squid Day everyone!!
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanart#thunderfam#flower crown edit#gordon tracy#squid squadくコ:彡#team sea bean#gordon guppies#sfw interaction only
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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 7: ~
The Confession:
And we're back. New story arc I'm calling 'Before the Rescue.' It's a few mini chapters focusing on various characters getting closure with themselves or each other. This one is for Caz.
Part 8:
With a cigarette hanging from his lips, Roper watched the Deck from the catwalk. It was both a relief and strange to see things back to normal, apart from the obvious. All the infected had the blood washed away and their torn uniform removed. The sky had cleared as dusk approached. Fitting.
Trots seemed to be taking it well. He was sweeping up the dust left by The Shape alongside Roy and Dobbie. Nothing seemed to be bothering him, unless staying busy was his way of coping.
On the Deck, Douglas, Innes and Sunil were going backwards and forwards for spare bedding. The empty shipping containers were going to be makeshift beds. Apart from Trots, because he won the lottery out of the group, the infected couldn't fit in their rooms. Addair managed, because The Shape melted his bones, but as soon as he sat on his bunk, it broke, leaving him shocked and embarrassed. He tried his best not to show it and just muttered under his breath in frustration.
No one had seen Rennick since he vanished, and no one went looking for him. If he wanted to get into everyone's good books, then hiding wasn't the way to do it.
Overall, it was peaceful.
Caz approached and stood besides Roper, leaning against the handrailing. He went to accept a cigarette but refused. 'New Year resolution,' he said, causing Roper to chuckle. 'How ye holding up?'
'Better than you. We actually missed everything in Control.' It was true. Somehow The Shape never spread to Marine Control. A blessing.
'Good. This place would be fucked if it did.'
The Shape may be dead and gone, but the damage remained. Large holes in the floors and ceilings weren't hard to miss. One wrong step and you could still fall into the North Sea. The Pontoons and water tanks had flooded, though O'Connor and his team went back to fix the issue. Administration was a total loss thanks to Rennick's episode of rage and Brodie was constantly keeping an eye on the stack. The lifeboats were also a total loss.
Then there was Gregor.
His body was long gone. It was part of the sea now. Roper was pondering on what to tell his family, because they all knew 'Boss Man' Rennick didn't have the balls to do so himself. What's worse was that Gregor isn't the only one. Davros has been missing for hours. No one could find him. All they could guess was he took a lifeboat and fled. If that was the case then he wasn't alone. Out of the skeleton crew on Beria, eight, not including Gregor and Davros, were gone.
Caz twiddled his thumbs. It wasn't over for the crew, but for him, it was. The victory will be short lived. He knew as soon as he steps back onto the mainland, if they aren't arrested by military, the police will ship him off to the nearest station. How long would he be put away for? Clearly waiting for Billy to drop the charges didn't work. Bastard was always stubborn. The Shape was an interesting distraction, but he had to stop running.
'Roper, you need to know something.' And, as if by divine faith, Roy overheard. He knew what Caz was going to say and approached. Trots and Dobbie didn't notice. Roper turned, noticing Roy but not suspecting anything. 'The reason why I'm even 'ere, and why Rennick needed to see me.' No going back now. 'Well, let's just say I was and am, well and truly fucked.' Roper frowned. Roy stayed quiet. 'I beat up a bloke back in July. Came to Beria to avoid the charges. I...I dunno. Just hoped it would all blow over and I could go back in January all willy-nilly and see me girls, but someone spilt the beans and the police know I'm 'ere.'
Roper trilled his lips and had a conflicting look on his face. Out of everything he expected to hear, knowing a criminal was on board was not one of them. 'Can't say I've got experience in that field, mate. Does anyone else know?'
'N-'
'Yes, I did.' Roy stepped forward and raised his hand like he was back in school. 'I helped Caz get here. Someone back home owed me a favour and put in a good word.'
'Ah. The plot thickens then.' Roper turned away to think. He wasn't someone who could hire and fire like Rennick. Tapping the cigarette on the handrail, then putting it out between his gloved fingers, he'd quickly come to the conclusion that this didn't change how he saw the pair. Sadly he only had one answer. 'I think it's best you tell the others in your own time. If you don't want to, then that's up to you Caz.' But the truth will come out in the end. A former semi-professional boxer being arrested will get back to everyone here.
Caz didn't know if he felt better or not with that answer. He narrowed his eyes and glanced to the crew. None of them knew. Was that for the best? To live in ignorance? Would they hate him if he told them what happened back home? Would Rennick reveal his secret to get back at him? He didn't want to toss Roy into the mix either. The big man might have helped, but he had a home to go back to.
'...I'll.' He huffed. 'I'll think about it.'
Fuck.
Roper patted his shoulder to show support. Honestly, he didn't care. The entire time he's been here, Caz has been a good lad. He worked hard and he did keep this place running more than anyone knew. Just because he wasn't down in Engineering or working the drill itself didn't mean he was useless. Now he had to ask. 'Did you win?'
'Oh, aye. He got to experience a broken nose for once. Suited the bastard more.' The trio got a good laugh out of that comment.
So, who to tell first?
Could tell his little boxing fan base. That would include Innes, O'Connor, McLurg and Sunil. Finlay? She knew something was up since this morning and she's smart enough to put two and two together. Addair? No, but he already had an inkling. 'Ah. Fuck it.'
It must be becoming a little ritual for Caz, because, again, he jumped over the handrailing - nearly giving Roper and Roy a mini heart attack - and landed on the shipping container Brodie, Raffs and Finlay were sitting on. Everyone heard and gave him his full attention.
'Er...Right. Shit.' Deep breaths, Caz. Deep breaths. 'I need everyone's attention.'
'Looks like you've already got that.'
'Yes, thank you, Finlay.' A sigh. 'There's something you all need to know about me.' Caz tapped his foot, looked all the men in the eye and continued. He had no idea, but Rennick was listening from the Under Rig. He was too far away for Caz to sense him but his voice bouncing off the metal structure and equipment could be heard all the way on The Isle of Man. The manager clung to what's left of the railing and listened. 'Now, I know a lot of you know of me past, and you should know I retired from that lifestyle over a decade ago. But, it seems the past keeps coming back to me.' He paused. Caz hadn't noticed he was tapping his thigh with his left hand.
'I beat a man up back home. At first, I thought I was doing the right thing. He said some fuckin' terrible things about me wife that I just lost control. Yes, he was trying to get a raise out of me and whilst he got what he wanted, I should have just walked away. But, I came here to hide from the police. They now know that I'm here. It's why Rennick wanted me. So, when we get back to the mainland, don't be surprised that police cars will be there.' He took another long breath. 'I'm sorry I never told any of you sooner.'
Silence lingered. No one said anything. They all just stared. Caz felt tension brewing. He began to turn away in defeat, his head hanging low.
'Were we supposed to care about any of that?' He stopped. It was Brodie's voice. The diver got to his feet and like Roper, placed a hand on Caz's shoulder. 'Caz, look around you. From all the shit we've been through, do you really think this is going to change anything?' A look and feeling of relief washed over the leccy. He felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders. He turned to the crew, then to Roy and the others on the catwalk, before back to Brodie. 'Don't worry. We'll put a good word in for ya.'
Caz smiled. Then cried. Then laughed.
'Ah you pricks. You're gonna make me cry.' But he did and accepted Brodie's embrace. Then Finlay joined in. Then Raffs. Then Gibbo. Caz had no idea where he came from, but a simple hug was quickly becoming a mosh pit. 'Gah! Okay. You can all stop now.' It didn't, because Muir lifted Caz up he'd just won the Premier league trophy. 'Muir, for fucks sake!'
Rennick didn't come out of hiding. He heard the laughter from the crew. He would be lying if he didn't feel both sad and jealous. It brought back memories when he was Caz's age, maybe even younger, during the war. That feeling of a team effort. The brotherly love. How he missed those days, even if it was a dark time in human history. It brought people together. What happened to him? How did he stray so far from his younger self? Rennick couldn't absorb his head into his body like Gibbo, but how he wished he could. The old man just wanted to hide from the world. For now, he watched the calm waves and longed to return to the past.
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"Enough"
(Peter Maximoff x reader)
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: none
I did something a little different with this one, I hope you guys like it! :)
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Fire. There is a fire lit inside of him that burns hotter with each passing moment. It’s in his lungs- his legs. It only drives him to move faster with each long stride. He almost leaps across the dark halls.
Peter's mind has become a frenzied wasteland with your safety knowingly at stake. Moments before he had been notified by the team that you'd been left behind. He didn't wait for the next planned course of action. Charles's voice is soft in his head. "Peter, you need to be rational. This is not how we go about things. Stop at once, and please return."
Unluckily for the Professor, Peter does not view this matter as one that consecutively needs agreed on. He's hightailing it through the perimeter, scouting every crevice of the large building. Only after his breath falls short and his legs physically can no longer move from the exhaustion does he slow.
The walls are shaking, and the foundation of the building is slowly crumbling. He knows it's only a matter of time before the place is a complete pile of ash. The idea of you covered in the debris leaves him far more winded than the running.
No. He won't allow it.
With a newfound level of incentive, he whips through the premises once more. Peter is screaming your name, hoping you can hear him from wherever you may be knowing that you're going to be okay.
"Peter. Stop. You need to come back. This is just putting you both in danger." Charles is much louder now, his urgency appearant. Suddenly, every muscle in his body contracts and locks up in a still position. He's left paralyzed in an upright position. His heart hammers in his chest uncontrollably. "I do not want to resort to force, Peter."
Tears are welling up in his eyes now. Nothing is in his control. His breath shutters. Peter's movements become his own once more as the Professor releases him. There's a loud crashing noise, and a large piece of ceiling falls to the ground. But he couldn't care less. Instead of escaping, he simply slumps to the ground defeatedly.
"You just don't get it, do you, Professor?" He runs his gloved hand through his hair. "You have no clue what it's like living your entire life as a screw up." He blinks, grimacing as he imagines Charles hearing him now. Peter's glad he can't see the knowing look on his face, as if he possibly understands the issue beyond digging through the secrets in his mind. "Don't act like you do. Ah! The life of Peter Maximoff, the fastest man alive, yet can't seem to make it on time to spill the beans to dear old dad! Irony, right?"
If Charles even bothered to respond, Peter surely can no longer hear anything but his raging thoughts. "I mean, I can outrun time, dodge bullets, even grab a snack mid-rescue, but admit to Magneto that I'm his son? Now, that's a marathon I can't seem to finish. "
He throws his hands in the air, now hysterical. "Oh, but for such a pathetic guy, I gotta have some sort of redeeming quality, right? Maybe I can save the girl! But it appears that the love of my life is in danger, and I can't even do that. Yippie. That's me, Peter Maximoff! Always a step ahead, yet always a step behind."
He stands, wiping his face off with his hands. In the midst of the chaos, there came a silence. A silence so profound, it seemed to swallow up the world around him. No witty retorts, no bursts of speed, just him and his thoughts. It was as if the world had come to a standstill, leaving him trapped in the slow crawl of introspection. In this moment, he is completely and utterly as alone as he has always felt.
The clamor of the world fades into a distant hum, replaced by the deafening echo of his own heartbeat. Everything around him blurs, details lost in a sea of uncertainty. His breath catches in his throat, a silent plea for a respite that wouldn't come.
Suddenly, like a lightning bolt, clarity strikes Peter. Self-deprecation won't save you. His gaze hardens, determination replacing the fear. The world comes rushing back, the noise, the chaos, all of it. But now, he's not drowning in it. He's using it, channeling it.
His feet move before he even realizes it, each step a silent promise to himself. He won't let you down. Not this time. The world blurs around him as he picks up speed, everything else falling away until there's only one thing left, the one thing that matters - you.
Peter's heart pounds in his chest, not from fear, but anticipation. The rubble slowly crashes behind him as the building nears its demise. He searches high and low, not wasting a single second.
There's a sound. It's so faint that he almost misses it entirely. But he sprints towards its direction, leading him outside of the building. There you are, limping away from the structure that in Peter's mind is slowly toppling over and is about to crush you. In your injured state, it's been made impossible to escape. Luckily, he swoops in at the perfect moment to catch and pull you away.
Relief washes over him, sending chills through his body from the intensity. You're both coughing from the inhalation of dust that has soiled the fresh air. He could care less and only pulls you to him tighter. He can feel your strong heartbeat. The previous fear and doubt he felt all began to melt away. It's replaced by a sense of accomplishment, knowing that despite everything he saved you.
He's pressing kisses to your brow, consoling you as much as he can. With a sigh of relief, he finally lets go of the guilt that had been gnawing at him. He has proven to himself that he is capable, that he is enough. And in that moment, he finds closure. He's no longer the boy who can't act fast enough. He's the hero who did.
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Ao Guang's Weird Day part 2:
prev post.
Pissed-off Parent!Wukong is a side of the Monkey King that Ao Guang did not expect to encounter. Only recently it seemed like the demon was a pup smashing down his door for a weapon. When did he have time to cultivate a whole family?
I'm liking the idea of Ao Guang being so confused/curious by all the in-fighting that he pulls the gang into different interrogation rooms for some answers. Muppets Most Wanted song for an idea of how quickly it turns nuts. Mostly because Nezha is a hated enemy of the east sea (Ao Bing situation), and Pigsy taught MK never to speak to cops without a lawyer. Wukong strangely enough is very eager to spill the beans once he gets Fire Star on the phone.
Ao Guang: "You understand the severity of stealing the Map to the Samadhi Fire, don't you Wukong?" Wukong, holding the two youngest babies: "Yes. And I hope Mac suffers just a little bit for it." Ao Guang, blinks: "So it was no you who stole the Map? But your mate?" Wukong: "Well it was sorta a team effort. DBK and Red Son have been helping us investigate what LBD has been up to. Plus tracking down my damn husband - and they ran into eachother at Nezha's place. DBK had to go home cus he got hurt shielding the kids from the Map's barrier." Ao Guang: "And... where were you in all this?" Wukong: "I was with my kids??? Dude, I'm not that reckless! I was supervising MK's transformation training outside the city when LBD attacked us with her bony-mech thing." Ao Guang: "But the Staff. How did she obtain it?" Wukong: "MK went to strike at the mech and what looked like some sort of reactor? The missing Trigram Furnace." Ao Guang, pales: "Please tell me you're joking." Wukong: "Wish I was. What ever she did to modify the Furance literally absorbed the Staff, and even most of our powers, like how the Rhino King's ring did. I'm really worried it could absorb other weapons too." Ao Guang: (*realising Macaque was right that the Samadhi Fire might be the best plan against the Bone Demon*) Ao Guang: "Shit." Wukong, covering the babies' ears: "Language!"
Meanwhile Mei and the Eclipse Twins (shadow powers duh. Dragon guards didn't take that into account that they could slip under the door) are busy stealing back the Map and breaking the rest of the Gang out. Wukong's interrogation gets cut short cus MK and Mac bust in to haul him and the babies to the newly-constructed TEA.
Oh and in lieu of Macaque's shadow clones attacking the East Sea?
Well... my ideal Lady Bone Demon has control over all bones and bone-related beings that she has influenced with her icy-crystal-like corruption.
And whats down in the sea?
Plesiosaur fossils and whale falls. Imagine gettign attacked by that.
Baby Yuebei: (*little nerdy squeak that sounds like she's trying to say "Dinosaur!!"*) :D! Macaque: "Aw. She's interested in dinosaurs now?" Wukong: "Yes, ever since she found an ammonite on the beach." Macaque, adoring: "Our little girl is so smart." Wukong, reluctantly sappy: "Yeah..."
Meanwhile the entire East Sea is freaking tf out and smashing skeletons, while the noodle shop gang get away in the TEA.
#post jttw stone egged au#jttw stone egged au#sun wukong#lmk ao guang#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#shadowpeach#pregnancy mention tw#lmk yuebei xing#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk aus
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Marooned
'Hello whoever finds this note in a bottle, by the time you read this, me and my boyfriend Jaune would have either been saved or died here. My name is Ruby Rose, and I once inhabited this island foreign to us.'
Ruby then takes a look out at sea, taking a big sigh at the events that have happened.
'Long story short, Team RWBY + JNR were all on a fishing trip on a rented boat. But then said boat was in a massive storm in which Weiss tried to free the water around the boat for it to stay in place until it blew over. And somehow, Nora thought it'd be great to team up with Yang to launch said boat further away from the storm, which ended up not only sent Me and Jaune off it, but now...we're stuck here.'
Ruby takes the time to wipe the tears from her eyes and those that have fallen onto the note, smudging and marking it abit.
'If you are unfortunate enough to be in the same situation as we are, I will have left you a booklet containing to our survival. If you somehow do make it off this island and we haven't, please tell my sister and friend that we are going to haunt them for the end of time. OH, AND TELL YANG TO ALSO BAKE ME LOTS OF COOKIES TO APPEASE ME! APPEASE THE ANGERED GHOST OF HER DEAD SISTER-' 'Ruby.' 'Ruby?' 'Ruby!'
"RUBY!"
Ruby then turns her attention to Jaune, who was trying to get her attention for awhile.
Jaune: They came back for us, cmon.
Ruby: Oh okay!
Ruby then drops the note on the bean, leaving it there as the two walk off back to the boat with their friends on it, and a very, very, emotional Yang who hugged her sister nearly to death.
~~3 Years Later~~
A random marooned survivor is reading said note before it abruptly cuts off, looking out at the sky above.
R.M.S: I SHALL MAKE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE RUBY! I SHALL MAKE HUNDREDS OF COOKIES!
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Itoshi Sae’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible 1 & 2).
"I'll see with my own eyes what kind of FW (idiot) will be born in Japan." (EB1)
"Kick accuracy, skills, tactical awareness, and physical ability—all at a world-class level." (EB2)
☆ Weapons: Kick accuracy, skills, tactical awareness, and physical ability—all at world-class level.
☆ Character's colour: Adzuki bean color (reddish-brown).
☆ Nickname: ‘Japan’s Treasure’.
☆ Birthday: 10th October.
☆ Current age: 18 (3rd year of high school)
☆ Zodiac: Libra.
☆ Birthplace: Kamakura City, Kanagawa Prefecture.
☆ Family: Mother. Father. Himself. Younger brother.
☆ Current height: 180 cm.
☆ Foot size: 26.5 cm
☆ Dominant foot: Left foot.
☆ Blood type: A.
☆ Starts playing football: At age 1. “Before I knew it, I was playing soccer.”
☆ Team before returning to Japan: RE・ALE (レ・アール) Youth FC.
☆ Favorite food/drink: Salted kelp tea (shio-kombucha). “Because I can go back to 0.” (meaning he feels refreshed after drinking it)
☆ Disliked food: French fries. “It’s deadly delicious but it’s deadly to my health.”
☆ Favorite animal: Seagulls. “I like migratory birds that doesn’t stay in one place.”
☆ Favorite season: At the end of summer. "It seems that the world is starting to get lonesome."
☆ Favorite football player: Álvaro Recoba. “The left footer that casts a rainbow (perfect curve) on the pitch.” (Sae was referring to Alvaro quotes: “If today's game is on a rainy pitch, I'll draw a rainbow with my left foot.”. Álvaro is known for his curling-free-kick.)
☆ Favorite music: ‘Mercury’ by tofubeats ft. Seira Kariya. “I listen to this to cool down.”
☆ Favorite manga: Gegege no Kitaro.
☆ Favorite movie: Taxi Driver. “This De Niro is the coolest.”
☆ Favorite TV show: Chibi Maruko-chan. “It reminds me of home.”
☆ Favorite brand: “All of my sponsors. They know they're not crazy for betting on me, they have good eyes.”
☆ Hobby: Analysing data of football players and teams. “It’s easier to see the numbers in visualized data.”
☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: “Depends on the mood.”
☆ What goes best with rice : Salted kelp (shio-kombu). “They don’t have it in Brazil, so I asked my parents back home to send some here.”
☆ What makes him happy: “A play beyond my imagination.”
☆ What makes him upset: Being forced to carry Japanese soccer on his back. “I’m talking about you guys.”
☆ What he thinks his strength is: He has flat ways looking at things. (meaning he look at things objectively) "People often calls me dry**, but who cares?"
☆ What he thinks his weakness is: The fact that he doesn’t know anything else other than soccer. “You guys shouldn’t live this way.”
☆ Favorite/Best subject: “I don’t know since I’ve only focus on soccer and didn’t pay attention in classes.”
☆ What made him cry recently: “Like I'd tell you, idiot.”
☆ Usual sleeping time: 8 hours (7 hours sleeping + 1 hour nap)
☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: His bangs’ hairline.
☆ Fixation: Buttocks. “You’ll know an athlete's ability by the shape of their buttocks.”
☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: Around 2000. “That’s what my manager told me.”
☆ The first time he got confessed to: “I don’t remember which one was the first, octopus.” (here, octopus is just an insult like 'idiot' or 'fool', etc.)
☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: “I’m not interested in such small amount of money.” “I don't care. It's just pocket change.”
☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At age 10.
☆ What was his last wish from Santa: “My own talent that I have yet to discover.”
☆ How he spent his holiday: Gazing at the sea.
☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: Give the world's best striker the world's best pass.
☆ Favorite historical figure: "Nicolaus Copernicus. A person who overturned the world's common sense."
☆ If he hadn't encountered soccer, what will he be doing: "Probably living a normal, happy life. My personality might not have been like this."
☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: "Nothing. I’ll live freely without rules."
☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: "I’m not interested in either. I won’t have any unnecessary expectations or disappointments about my past or future. Live in the now. You guys are annoying."
Last updated: 31/10/2024
*Not sure about the exact pronounciation but the most of the translation says 'Les Halles'. Updated! (25/7/2024)
Spelling of Sae's team, レ・アール : Left image: RE・ALE. This was from months ago (twt).
Right image: RE・EARL. The left image is from the recent twt :
** In Japan, there are terms called ‘dry person’ & ‘wet person’. ‘Dry person’ is someone who can think rationally without being overwhelmed by emotions and because of their calm demeanor, they are thought to be cold and unapproachable. ‘Wet person’ is the opposite of ‘dry person’.
note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!
#blue lock#itoshi sae#trivia: itoshi sae#trivia: profile#bluelocksource#trivia#to those who reblog before changes made i'm really sorry#there was no info on his 'visual acuity'#he doesn't have bad eyeseight#really sorry about that#admin han#our translation#last update on 31/10/2024
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@drileyf @janetm74 @soniabigcheese @ak47stylegirl @mrmustachious @cg29 @tbirds @alexthefly @katblu42 today is my favourite day of the year. April Fools day 😁. This year I chose Parker Nessie to prank
I set up a fake kidnapping 🤭.
She only had £10. Guess Alan is worth it! 🤭
#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#gordon tracy#sea bean#plush life#team sea bean#the adventures of the sea bean#alan tracy
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For @gumnut-logic's pallete challenge.
You're gonna be seeing a lot of Gordon art from me over the next few days.
Love him.🧡💛🤍💙
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanart#thunderfam#gordon tracy#squid squadくコ:彡#team sea bean#gordon guppies#kidthunder's art#nuttypalette#nutty's pallette challenge#sfw interaction only
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Squid day is coming to a close over here in the UK.
It's been an amazing day filled with art, fic and lots and lots of love for our favourite aquanaut. I'm kinda sad it's over but luckily on this blog, we celebrate this special guy every day so you'll definitely keep seeing lots of Gordon content from me!!
I've said this before and it may sound kind of stupid but Gordon means so much to me, he's been a comforting presence in the darkest parts of my life and getting to share the love for this character with all of you guys is just amazing.
I can't wait to see what else you guys make today, tomorrow, next year and always.
Happy birthday Gordon, we love you.💛💛
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderfam#gordon tracy#squid squadくコ:彡#team sea bean#gordon guppies#comfort character#fictional birthday#sfw interaction only
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What did Basque whalers eat at sea??
That's a question Montreal University researcher Sarai Barreiro has answered. Her team has analyzed the remains of buried Basque whalers in Red Bay and Petit Mecatina to find out.
From the documents that have lived to our days, we know fishermen were a well-defined special social group, with their own language and particular way of life. But theirs was a very hard job, their campaigns lasted up to seven months and involved a complete break with the homeland and the community that required a precise food management.
The most common food listed in Basque fishermen's contracts was sea biscuits (made from fermented wheat and baked twice, so as not to get moldy). The bakers of the towns were asked to have them ready for February or March, when it was time to go fishing for cod. Dried vegetables were also very common: lentils, beans, chickpeas, etc. Meat products also played an important role: bacon, jerky and other salted meats. Also dried sardines.
Basque fishermen had meat days and fish days; for religious reasons, they did not eat meat on Fridays and Saturdays. They also carried large quantities of olive oil, butter and wine, which were included in the daily rations. As various studies have shown, tastes were not the same among Basques. The people of Lapurdi, for example, preferred wine, while the people of Gipuzkoa and Bizkaia preferred cider and txakoli.
But once they arrived at the fishing grounds and landed, their daily diet would change mainly because those territories offered a better variety of food.
For example, isotopic studies of the cemetery at Saddle Island, extracting carbon and nitrogen isotopes from the skeletons of twenty bodies, provided information on diet: before they arrived in Red Bay they hardly took any marine protein and but once there it was the basis of their diet, especially fish, marine mammals, and seabirds.
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#euskal herria#basque country#pays basque#pais vasco#euskadi#basque people#whalers#fishermen#canada#history#food
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Logan Sargeant is a silly little guy
@vii-tto idk why but it wouldn't let me tag you. Hopefully you see this. also @spell-of-the-rain i added things if you want to check out 75-87
But here's the list of things i know/want to know about logan sargeant
Favorite Actor is Brad Pitt
Favorite Movie is Wolf of Wall Street
Favorite food is a hamburger
Has a boat and often goes deep sea fishing
Lived in London since he was 15
Lose Yourself by Eminem is his favorite hype up song
Is a Dolphins and Heat fan
Enjoyed “No Man, No Cry” by Jimmy Sax
Drinks iced lattes with oat milk
Pumpkin spice lattes?? Edit 12/16/23: No
Has been to Wimbledon
Knows what cricket is
Has a rescue dog named Coco
Also enjoys hockey Edit 11/1/23: Supports the Florida Panthers NHL team and has gone to at least 1 of their games with his friend Kyle Kirkwood
Does he follow college football?
What does he think of the new Miami head coach?
If not for motorsport, does he think he would have gone pro in a different sport, and if so which one?
Enjoys listening to 50 Cent (is also a big rap fan in general)
Can he speak any other languages with any degree of familiarity?
Cannot draw
Can make a sandwich (other foods?)
Rates all food from one bite and with weird decimals
Gritty-ed in his f1 car
Makes the Williams photographers look like they take good photos
Does he have an English or a Florida driver’s license? And does he still have US citizenship even though he lives in the UK? What kind of visa is he on?
Top three female athletes? (Serena Williams, Simone Biles, and Megan Rapinoe are all acceptable answers)
Collects Aussies and Kiwis for friends
Does he like the snow? Prefers the heat but does he like snow?
Does he like Missy Elliot? (Requirement)
“Basic Halloween Bitch”
Calls people “mate” but in an American accent which will never stop being funny
Eye Crinkles™️
Does not have a set eye color he’s just too mystical for that
Has never been to a concert (presumably too busy with racing)
He can swim, he can drive, but can he ride a bike? Edit 11/15/23: He can indeed ride a bike
American commercial cars or European ones?
Has an older brother but is like an older brother to Benny’s kid
Likes marshmallows
Does not like black beans
Did not think apple could be chips
Knows how to sail??
Knows how to golf
Can paddle (required for any F1 driver)
Lost the F3 championship in 2020 bc of a DNF in the last race
Can he sing??
Does he drink energy drinks? Red Bull or Monster?
He and Duracell are passionately making out
Blush is very pretty
Wears a lot of baseball hats
Somehow beat jet lag (expat king)
Mostly spends his nights in but he has some nights out (presumably very interesting ones)
Has an iPhone with a blue case
He looks very pretty in blue
His eyes are sometimes blue
Blue=fav color?? Edit 11/6/23: favorite color is Ocean blue (credit to @spell-of-the-rain)
Pretty insecure (armchair diagnosed anxiety)
Close with his brother and parents but maybe not his extended family?
Is Florida State his college team?? (Worst thing a man can be is a Florida St fan) Edit 12/16/23: believing that FSU got screwed over this year is acceptable
Did he graduate high school??
Did he ever consider going into NASCAR or did moving to Europe at a young age kind of set in stone his path towards open-wheel racing?
Hair is blond/dirty blond
Does he vote in American elections?? (If he supports RonD I cannot stan)
Burger Sauce™️
Logan Hunter Sargeant, certified Frat Bro, most American man ever
Has seen peaky blinder and presumably stranger things
Knows how to carve a pumpkin but has not celebrated Halloween at home in a bit
Possibly dating some instagram model
Caused $4 million in damages, gets payed $1 million a year, and supposedly brings in $30 million in sponsors
Key phrases: “Locked in”, “Bam/Boom”, “Done and dusted” Additions 11/1/23: "Oh hell yeah", "I think you're a little lost here, Chief". Additions 11/6/23: “Yeh” (gets quieter throughout the word (how it’s one syllable??)), “on the bounce” (credit to @spell-of-the-rain i believe)
Joined the Williams Driver Academy in 2021
Got stuck in F3 bc he didn’t have the money to move up
Driver for Carlin in 2022
Former teammates include Liam Lawson, Oscar Piastri, Frederick Vesti (Edit 11/6/23: Max Fewtrell possibly?)
DOB: December 31, 2000
5'11
Had a giveaway for gloves he used to win an F4 race on Twitter in 2017 and both Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell replied
Originally his number was 3 but he switched to 2 for F1 (to much fan consternation who thought he had so many better options)
Childhood best friends with Kyle Kirkwood, a current Indycar driver
Logan's older brother Dalton raced in NASCAR until 2018
Did a commercial for Sport23
Does not have cowboy boots as of COTA 2023
Born in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, USA
lived in Switzerland from 14-15(?)
knows the conversion rate for a kilometer
is taller than a tuna fish
Podiumed at the Macau Grand Prix in 2019
Won the CIK-FIA championship when he was 14 Additions as of 11/1/23
Loves waffles but they are not his favorite dessert
Very patriotic (oh hell yeah)
is the first American F1 point scorer in 30 years and the first one to score on home soil since 1989
Went to see the Nets in NYC (but would have preferred to see the Knicks)
has a custom Miami Dolphins jersey with his last name on the back
Claims to know all the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby" (credit to @formulaaone) (Edited 11/6/23)
Additions as of 11/6/23:
Under the same talent agency as Alex Albon
Has the same manager as George Russell
George Russell was his mentor coming up
Went to a catholic private school (credit to @wenevrknew)
Does not like fish? (Credit to @spell-of-the-rain)
He runs weird (in my opinion as he reminds me of my brother when he was 12 (he ran very strangely))
Karted in Las Vegas when he was a kid
Can he drive a stick shift? (Alex believes he cannot)
Enjoys video games
Refers to his car as “she”
Knew how to attach a visor to his helmet prior to February(? Could’ve been March but before the season) 2023
Additions as of 12/16/23
Broke his arm in a 2014 German Karting Championship when Marcus Armstrong took him out at T1 (credit to @spell-of-the-rain )
Has gotten his head eaten by the Golden Knights mascot
If he could have any superpower, he would like to teleport
Has never flown a drone
Favorite racing movie is Talladega Nights (sad Mater noises)
Does not trust other people to drive him
Would rather sleep in then get up early
Considers himself fairly organized
His mother makes a very good sweet potato casserole
Got his habit of worrying from his mom
“Santa’s Little Helper”
Driving for Williams Racing Formula 1 Team in 2024
Got out qualified by his teammate every race of 2023
#logan sargeant#formula 1#only one other person asked for this and they dmed me#but i'll make a post anyway#this is also an in progress list#so feel free to add stuff#logan lore list
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you saying you’d write an au for stardew is the equivalent of getting a rabbits foot and multiple prismatic shards in one day omg. even if u don’t do it the idea popping in ur head is already fantastic! i’m so happy you love the game i think it’s the perfect distraction for life !!! if only we could all just pack our things and move to our inherited farms and become the richest in town… it’s nepotism at work lol
please tae, i literally daydream about someone giving me a deed to a farm or a plot of land somewhere. 😭 and the thing is!!! like!!! farming’s not an easy job, it’s so dependant on the earth/weather, and even before climate change was a tangible threat it was a hard, hard living. 🥺 i get stressed out with my video game, lmao, 10pm and im still out in the fields hoeing or planting seeds, like. 💀 imagining doing that for like, 40+ plus to make a living……. you’d have to have a good team around you. 😩 farmhands, or family. a good spouse LOL. even a little hobby farm would be stressful………. and yet i still want that life. 😔 an orchard by the sea. 🥹 still stressful, but maybe slightly more manageable lmao.
i am trying so, so hard not to give into the temptation (not yet) to fulfil this wish via a fic LMAO. 🥹🙏🏽 i’m trying to feed it by doing like, small things: naming it (from the valley), making a playlist for it. god, i’ve gotten to the stage where i actively pause the game to write down little notes (things in our backpack: pink cake. a orange poppy flower. goat’s cheese. four cups of banana pudding. a totem with a weathered, deeply carved face. the pock-marked head of a mushroom). i am fighting for my life!!! the only thing that’s actually, properly stopping me from the follow through is that i don’t have a romantic end-game in mind. because in my head i’ve already given Reader three potential boyfies: izuku, katsuki, and maybe shouto (maybe shinsou instead). like, i can picture how friendships/relationships would form among them (izuku the kind, helpful guy. katsuki in the background, wary. shouto the son of the man who founded the company we worked for, back in the city; our work husband, who we joked to about following us out to the valley and who does). the one thing i’d want to do is have Reader find their way to Skull Caverns, and realise that all the magic they thought was whispering to just them has been whispering to other people, too—Izuku, sword in hand, staring at us in horror when he finds us cradling a large, spotted egg. Katsuki, rounding the corner after him, swearing black and blue about ghosts—sdhjfgklsdjflsfgkjsflkgj. i wanna write it so badly, just to get to that moment, LMAO. the mutual horror when all three of you are face-to-face in this giant, deadly, underground maze. the boys making you swear to secrecy; Izuku tearing into you for being so stupid, how did you even find this place, how did you know, do you understand what could’ve happened? you should’ve told them, you should’ve told him. your relief in finally having someone to talk to about all the weird shit you keep stumbling across. the way this would give Izuku an excuse to drop in to you, on the farm. Katsuki turning up to help with the tilling or seasonal planting, the harvest. i want to write about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being on the dock in the middle of winter as the snow is falling, all those festive, jewel-like boats bobbing gently before you, waiting with their… winter star trees, or their paintings. the sea salt and the charred warmth of coffee beans. the mermaid show with all it’s tawdry secrecy…… the worn carpet under your feet, the mismatched planks that hold steady despite the creaking. i just think!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it would be neat to do. 🥹 i just!! it’s such a good world to play in LMAO. and if i could come up with a ending for it—a true, stops-me-in-my-tracks kind of ending—not even my attempts at nail-digging self-discipline would stop me from writing it.
for now tho it’s just my yapping, lmao. my yapping and my threats. 🥹
#ofmermaidstories-asks#i hope you’re having a good week tae 🥹🌷 your message made my afternoon when i saw it!#here’s to somehow getting those inherited farms together lmaooo#the stardew tag
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Living With Ghosts: 4. Pretty Broken
His body stands straight, but his mind betrays him. He still wears his gun around his left shoulder. It looks too heavy for him now, just like his conscience.
Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader
Word Count: 1,150
Notes:
Warnings: Mentions of blood and war
As much as I like Ghost’s demeanor throughout the game, I cannot help but wonder what he would be like suffering the aftereffects of war.
Entire work on AO3
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It’s been days since you last talked to him.
His inattentiveness, however, was not the outcome of your petty little brawl—not the direct consequence, at least. If you had to venture a guess, it’s because he was busy with other matters at the moment—far more important ones.
The Russian Mafia appears to have increased its presence in the region over the past week, raising suspicions of a potential terrorist attack. As a result, the CIA has requested high readiness from the Special Forces operators deployed in the area.
That’s where he is, you fool. It doesn’t matter how abandoned, lonely, or insecure you feel, for he had a job to do. He was right there, at the front line, risking his life for the nation’s—and probably the world’s—safety. You were the last thing on his mind right now; if you ever were anything to him but a mild inconvenience.
Let’s not forget that you also had a part to play in this operation; to actively scan land, air, and sea for irregular traffic and report to the CIA.
Well, not actively, per se—the safe house has a well-equipped wine cellar for that specific purpose.
“Surveillance Control Center,” they call it—SCC for short.
What was once used to store ruby-red Chianti Classico Riserva bottles can now be confused with the cockpit of a spaceship. The CIA engineers have outdone themselves with this one—you give them that.
The SCC is part of a computer network connecting every CIA safe house in the Mediterranean. It incorporates CCTV monitors, cameras, radars, and motion sensors designed to detect unusual movements in the region. Live-streaming feeds are processed using highly sophisticated software, which, upon catching unusual traffic, alerts the SCC’s terminal. The wine cellar also houses an arsenal of weapons and ammunition, just in case the shit hits the fan.
Your job, for now, is to oversee the SCC’s flawless operation and inform Laswell of any findings.
Boring; that’s what your job was. Boring.
“Christmas is coming,” Laswell’s voice sounded over the telephone, “You guys should do something to celebrate.”
“Do what, exactly, Kate? Go from house to house and sing carols on behalf of the CIA?” You reply, leaning forward as if you were trying to physically get your point across.
“If you’d stop being a sarcastic shit, then perhaps you could think a little better.” Her irritation rasped in her voice. “Do something together; think of it as a team-building event.”
He said he’d fix that attitude of yours; when was that team-building event going to take place?
She was right, though—as much as you’d hate to admit it. Christmas does bring people together.
You begin to reminisce about the good times back home when your family used to celebrate every year. You used to cook together, sing along to festive songs, watch Mr. Bean on television, and exchange gifts.
You remember your mother, who refrained from buying ornaments from the shops. She used to bake them instead—yes, bake them. She used to roll out the dough, give shape to it with cookie cutters and bake the ornaments so you would all decorate the Christmas tree with them. The entire house smelled divine with these four little ingredients she used in her recipe—cinnamon, salt, flour, and water.
Ingredients you already had in your pantry.
“Laswell, when’s my shift ending?” you asked in anticipation.
“It ended thirty-seven minutes ago. Tired of me?”
“I thought of something.” You announce, sitting on the edge of your seat.
“Wha-”
“I have to go. Over and out.” You report as you close the comms and head upstairs to the infamous pantry.
Cinnamon, salt, flour, and water.
You were determined to make it work, right here, in this safe house—with or without Ghost.
You hurried outside, scanning the area for the tree branches he trimmed a few weeks ago. If you tie them together, you could create something resembling a Christmas tree.
When was the last time he felt the Christmas spirit? Does he have a Christmas tree at his house? A family to sing together next to the fireplace? A warm, festive meal?
You moved frantically—part Christmas elf rolling out dough and baking ornaments, part Frankenstein trying to assemble a Christmas tree monstrosity.
Time flew by; hours passed like minutes as you worked hard, your creativity unleashed, putting forth your best effort to create something out of nothing.
To create festive decor out of raw ingredients.
To construct a tree out of stray branches.
To form a connection out of two peoples’ broken pieces.
“What’s that smell?”
You were so focused that you didn’t notice him standing behind you.
You turn around to see a wreck, the fragments of a man who has probably seen terrible things and done far worse.
“I—is everything all right?” You hesitate.
“Out of trouble, for now.” He replies.
His body stands straight, but his mind betrays him. He still wears his gun around his left shoulder. It looks too heavy for him now, just like his conscience.
“Yes, I know. I spoke with Laswell. I mean, are you all right?”
“Been better.”
His uniform is dusty, and his boots are covered in mud. There is a slight rip on his balaclava, teasing you with a subtle view of his jawline, like a Geisha exposing her nape.
“It’s over, for now.” you try to comfort him.
There’s blood on his left sleeve—a lot of blood. He just became aware of it as well.
“Not mine.” He announces and hides it behind his back. “What’s that smell?” He repeats, trying to avoid the conversation.
“Cinnamon.”
“Ya bakin’?” He seems shocked.
“Sort of; They’re ornaments for the Christmas tree,” you say, pointing in the direction of your most recent creation.
“A Christmas tree.” He stutters, glazed eyes darting left and right, assessing the new environment.
You want to tell him that there are no booby traps here, nothing dangerous to be careful of. You want to console him that there is no need to be alerted for an ambush here, for this is a safe space. No more killing, no more death, for now. Just you two, a hideous Christmas tree, and badly shaped cinnamon-baked ornaments.
“Do you like them?” You ask reluctantly, trying to divert his attention from this week’s horrors. “I couldn’t find any cookie cutters, so I shaped them with a knife instead. I tried to make them look pretty, but some came out broken.”
“Aren’t we all?” he mumbles as he walks towards the Christmas tree.
“Aren’t we all exactly what, lieutenant—pretty or broken?” you ask, attempting to lighten the mood.
“Pretty broken, kid,” he whispers as he picks up a shattered ornament. “Pretty damn broken.”
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#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#call of duty#modern warfare 2#cod mwii#simon riley#cod mw2#cod ghost
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star crossed loves au | connor bedard x kailey hughes au ↳ Connor x Kailey timeline!
↳ a little more info on the two! ↳ idk if this is like a thing with au's...but imma do it anyway lol ↳ au masterlist.
first time they saw eachother: at a diner in the loop (12/2023)
first time they spoke to one another: over insta dm's then texting
Spent all of 2024 as friends.
first date: new years eve, going into 2025
date when they became an official couple: 01/04/2025
first game she attended: feburary 2025! (blurb will be written!)
first time she met his parents and sister: april 2024!
first almost slip up to her brothers: march 2024 at the end of her semester and sea about their friendship.
first team outing: april 2024! blurb here.
first friendship break up: july 2024
reconciliation: november 2024
first time the brothers meet connor: janirary 2025! depicted here.
First official break up in july 2025. depicted here.
Second breakup: may 2026
connor goes back home to vancouver after the season, while kailey heads to california to be with cousin maya
kailey begins to date childhood friend, brendan brisson. depicted here.
connor and kailey see one another for the first time in august, when she visits becca, alex vlasic, tessa (alex's fiance) and lukas reichel
connor see's a (ex) friend of kailey for about two months before breaking off with her.
trevor walks in on brenden and kailey, isn't too pleased. (bribes him with coffee dates, because of student loans obviously)
kailey breaks up with brenden in October. (still hasn't told her brothers are this point about him)
goes home for thanksgiving, spills the beans on brenden, no one is happy ofc.
goes to chicago for new years to be with becca and tessa, reichels gf and soon to be wife of alex vlasic!
connor and kailey have a deep conversation, going over everything between the two.
the two get back together that night. 01/2027
kailey and connor only tell their closest friends and teammates in chicago, just to avoid unnecessary drama.
connor and kailey head from california to vancouver in june for a trip to his hometown.
kailey and connor show up to the annual hughes-european trip in july. depicted here a tad bit.
kailey and connor head back to california to pack up her apartment with her cousin, because she now has a finance job in chicago!
a little breakdown of the timeline!! Just add a year to each year, as I switched it!!
they get engaged in vancouver in 2027, in august right before they head back to chicago. (blurb will be written of him asking her three brothers and dad during the yearly hughes-euro trip (now dubbed, hughes-bedard euro trip))
adopt a dog together in October 2027. (they've only had crosby the infamous black cat, for a few years now.)
get's married in july 2029.
adopts 1st child, in june 2032. (connor is 27 and kailey, 28.)
hope you guys enjoyed! just a bit of a cheat sheet for me and you lol
#connor bedard#connor bedard x k hughes au#star crossed lovers au#connor bedard blurb#connor bedard imagine#connor bedard fic#chicago blackhawks#quinn hughes#luke hughes#jack hughes#nhl#hockey#hockey au#nhl au#hockey fic#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#hockey blurb
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