#thunderbirds edit

[neuroticphysiologist]

Hi Thunderfam, it's finally posted! Here's "every explosion in thunderbirds are go"

Note: I tried my best. "Break Out" is the most difficult to tally the explosions

Note 2: Some of Fuse's power punches are counted.

Anyways, hope you enjoy. Happy 10th anniversary to Thunderbirds are Go!

[call-me-casual]

You’ve seen TAG with TOS colours

Now get ready for

TOS with TAG

[cookidoughlilac]

A somewhat more serious TAG edit this time. Completed a few days ago and forgotten about because I immediately fell asleep after-

Legacy - Thunderbirds Are Go, Season 1 Episode 26

Done For - Epic The Musical, The Circe Saga

[little-vulpecula]

YouTube in the TAG! universe

💙🧡💚💛❤️

IR in TAG are a lot less secretive than in TOS, but there is still a lot of mystery around them and their organisation, especially as they try to keep things at least somewhat secret. I think that there would be a bunch of crazy YouTube conspiracy videos and just video essays in general trying to figure out everything they can about IR. Especially with the return of Jeff Tracy, there would be so many wacky theories about what actually happened and how he survived.

(Edit: part 2 has been made)

[sevcnne]

where my sapphic siege fans at? AAAAAA!!!

[scramjettracy]

OOPS MY HAND SLIPPED…

Hope @socialitesleuth doesn’t happen across this… @squidsinashirt would be mad… 🤭

[edutainer2022]

This is for pure amusement (sprung off a prompt). I'm attached to the idea Scott and Marion share custody of Guard Cameron AND harbor a Shakespearean comedic potential. Jeff Tracy gets to be a keen Commander and a cunning father. Col. Casey is not amused. There's a passing reference to BEFORE THE DARK.

Many thanks to @janetm74 for incessant support!

FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VEIW

"Is.... is somebody there?... Hello?"

The kid's face was nearly drained of color and obviously scared. And oh so young! How early did the GDF enroll now?

The call came through directly to the island via a secure channel and Jeff switched the comm automatically, while engrossed in the backlog of reports at the desk.

"Hello! Mr Tr... Is Mr Tracy there?"

The connection was patchy. Jeff thought he could discern giant pine trees and snow in the background.

"It is I, son. Mr. Tracy. You called International Rescue - how can I help you?"

If at all possible, the boy's eyes grew wider and more anxious.

"N-no! Sc... Is Mr. Scott Tracy there?!"

"Cameron!?! What happened?!"

His eldest stepped back into the lounge, voice ringing with concern. Brown eyes lit up as the GDF kid saw a face he recognized.

"Scott! I mean... Mr. Tracy! I'm... not supposed to be calling you, but Lt. Van Arkle went dark and I..."

"Where are you!?! Sit-rep, soldier!"

Scott was already pulling the lamp handles of his chute down. A structured military address seemed to have pulled the boy on the other end of the call together a bit.

"Siberia, sir! Abandoned nuclear missile silos. Lt. Van Arkle went in to investigate a possible warheads sell-off. She gave orders not to call backup. I didn't know what else to do!"

"You did good, Cameron! I'm on my way! John, upload the coordinates to One!"

Scott was giving clipped orders already from the depths of the launch tube. A befuddled Jeff didn't have the time to wedge a word in sideways as One roared off from the pool and the connection to the hapless GDF soldier got cut off.

***

The rest of the impromptu rescue for Jeff was a jumble of thick worry and palpable annoyance of his sons, incomplete bits and bobs of data, grainy visual feeds from dark bowels of the missile launch labyrinth and a snowed in taiga, in the middle of what looked like a mayhem of a breakneck chase, flashes of shots fired, and at least on one occasion - a fistfight.

Next time he heard his eldest son's voice properly was from the elevator up from the hangars, once One completed the post flight checks. The strong, clear notes were vibrating with what Jeff was rather surprised to identify as distress, liberally overlaid with fury. The sentiment also came in stereo, fully echoed by an unfamiliar female voice:

"YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!!!!"

***

The remarkable cavalcade that subsequently entered the lounge area of the villa consisted of a visibly fuming Scott, his radiation grade uniform covered in muck and scorched areas grazed by laser fire, a young woman, carried in his arms, her GDF uniform in a similar state of dissaray, one boot off, replaced by a velcro sprain brace, and, peeking from behind them, a shy youth Jeff now recognized as Cameron, even paler than before and exuding profound misery. Scott marched to the couches and all but dumped his equally seething cargo on the cushions. Blue eyes were ablaze.

Virgil's move to offer a med scan and help was stopped on its tracks by the sizzle of silent daggers and lightning bolts exchanged between his brother and the Leutenant. In helpless confusion he turnied to Jeff, who was by then thoroughly amused by the whole pantomime. Scott eventually huffed and threw his arms up:

"Dad, meet Lt. Van Arkle, who thinks she could singlehandedly take down the Russian black market for nuclear weapons WITHOUT BACKUP!

"I HAD IT UNDER CONTROL!"

An attempt to jump off the couch was expertly stopped by a pillow, shoved under the injured foot, and an extra bright cerulean glare. Poor young Cameron, temporarily forgotten by all parties involved, was obviously trying to process the immediate proximity of THE Jeff Tracy in the flesh without hyperventilating too conspicuously.

Jeff did his best to stifle a laugh.

"Well, well... I do believe we've met, Leutenant! Albeit the last time around you tried to kill my son with a pool noodle."

The retort died out on the young officer's lips, as John's hologram in the center of the lounge enunciated a mumble maybe too intentionally:

"That certainly became a habit..."

Perplexed, Jeff was still quick to pave over the awkward pause.

"How's old Willem Van Arkle doing, Marion?"

The indignant stare up at Scott's full imposing height was momentarily deflated.

"Um... my father died... sir. After the mines were shut down he just... gave up..."

It was his turn to choke on the foot in his mouth. Blue eyes searched his gaze - free of ire and brimming with protective compassion. That definitely tumbled into a hole he didn't anticipate.

"I'm so very sorry for your loss!"

He meant it, of course. But Jeff Tracy also prided himself for nothing else if not quick thinking on the go.

"Now, kids, you need to get your reports straight for the GDF. Scott, do show the Leutenant up to the guestrooms at the Roundhouse. I insist you cross-reference your stories before the official debrief. Boys, would you show Cameron around the island? How do you like the pool, son?"

A half-nod from Dad was enough for Gordon to get the cue and drag Cameron and Alan out to the poolside. There was soon laughter and splashes and, possibly, a watergun fight. Jeff turned a pointed gaze at Scott, still towering over a notably subdued Marion on the couch.

"I suggest you get to it, Bluejay. You two don't have all day! We shall show our guests some patented Tracy hospitality, right? I'll let you know when dinner's ready."

Scott might have stifled an eyeroll, as he bent down to pick Marion up again and head for the elevator. Virgil jerked to the hidden closet, eager to offer the hoverchair or crutches Jeff himself had to use until recently, struggling against muscle atrophy. Dad's firm hand landed on the boy's shoulder and stalled the move with a squeeze.

At least there was no struggle or squabble that time around. Not till the elevator doors hissed shut, anyway. The whir of well-calibrated machinery was soon muted by overlapping shouts:

"YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!!!!"

Big, apprehensive brown eyes searched Jeff's face, full of doubt.

"Are you sure about that, Dad? They're gonna kill each other!"

"That's one way of looking at it, son."

The twinkle in his eyes was full of mischief.

***

Colonel Casey squinted at him, the hologram blue adding to the scorn. The dinner came and went and the lounge was, blissfully, quiet. The Tinies dragged Cameron down to the beach. John checked out to go over Scott's helmet camera footage - whatever was legible through heavy interference. MAX was sent up to the Roundhouse with a dinner platter once it was obvious the reports review took longer than expected. Or, maybe, precisely as long as expected. Gordon might have suggested to contract EOS for proof of life, which got poor impressionable Cameron to choke on a charred burrito.

"Is IR going rogue or are you trying to poach the GDF best and brightest to expand?"

The old friend's holo was burning a hole in his chest and Jeff felt himself smile into the sip of scotch. That was certainly one way of looking at it.

[fullmoonsonata]

Do you prefer to do rescues in werewolf or human form? Or does it depend on the situation?

"... It is also too early for me right now. I honestly shouldn't have answered that."

[dontcallme-johnny]

Okay, so this is officially embarrassing. I like to think of myself as reasonably creative, having been editing for a couple years now. Usually, once I find an audio, I can see the whole edit in my head, from the intro right on through, with a complete edit taking maybe a day or two. However, today, I've hit a roadblock. Last night I discovered Hozier's song, "Nobody's Soldier" and immediately thought, oo, what a fitting song for the Tracy fam! This morning, I booted up capcut, threw some clips in, had a vision in my mind of where it was going, then it completely just vanished. No sudden brainwaves, no bursts of inspiration, nothing. I really didn't want to ditch it, as I thought is was reasonable so far, So, I thought I'd take to the ever creative thunderfam on here! I know it's a bit of a strange idea to do something like this, but I could really use some other opinions from people who know the show as well as all of you do. I'll add the unfinished project below, bearing in mind it is extremely bare bones, no transitions, effects or coloring, just some clips and text, but I'd absolutely love to hear your thoughts or takes on whats next!

[flmboyz]

1975 Ford Thunderbird Copper Edition

[neuroticphysiologist]

part 2 of my tag mentality series... but it's 80% rasmus hardiker

you can also see it here.

here's part 1, by the way.

[call-me-casual]

Back on my crappy Procreate editing bullshit, may I present: TAG with TOS colour baldrics

(+Scott with how I suspect his uniform looked prior to his dad’s not-vaporisation

[cookidoughlilac]

I swear, every save of Inferno I keep on onedrive gets corrupted in some way 🙈 I don't suppose anyone knows where to find a good, uncorrupted version?

[skeefee-sky]

*for once, i have a wip to give on a WIP Wednesday, yippee xD here’s a lil bit of Whiplash part 2, or… what did i call it again? …. oh yeah-! Unplugged; round 2 - part 2 !! we get to learn a little more about this mysterious glowy shard that gives some of my Thunderbirds their sentience heehee xD

.💙💚.

“Right, we need to do this fast,” Scott insisted, stepping up beside his brother and reaching to grab the shard. Virgil quickly intercepted.

“Hey, my ship remember? Besides this should probably be done carefully.”

His older brother backed off with a soft grumble, but Scott complied either way, going back to rubbing a spot on the side of his neck. He needed more ice… For a second, Virgil hesitated, simply eyeing the glowing shard in front of him. Cables had twisted themselves around it, and tendrils from the shard itself intertwined with her power source. He’d never actually gotten a look up close; it was quite amazing… but he had to focus. Neither had any idea of what this would do but, as he’d said, there was a first time to try everything…

As fingers brushed the shard’s surface, the engineer slightly pulled away wearily, but he didn’t feel anything so he reached further to press his hand against the surface. It was smooth, not how he expected it to be, like the surface of a shiny gemstone, but it felt metallic the longer he held his hand against it. A ripple passed over the shard, and it pulsed a brighter blue, if only for a moment.

“… You alright?” Scott called after realising his brother hadn’t moved away. He looked around them, wincing at the movement, and waited. “I don’t think-…”

“… Captain… Your hands are cold…”

[scramjettracy]

APRIL FOOL!

Oh btw, i hacked into your system (too easy)

And tweaked it a little bit. Now.your automatic dressing machine has been programmed to put your clothes/uniform on back to front!

Enjoy!

H

What the…?

Aaaagggghhh this is… not comfortable!

What??

Why??

HOW???

JOHN??? EOS??? BRAINS??? KAYO???

HOW IS SHE STILL ABLE TO DO THIS???

@starman-john-tracy @eos-in-orbit @brains-ir @thunderbird-shadow