#thunderfam rocks

[lottiette]

Hi honey, I've been following you for a while, I love your fics, spending hours reading them. I wanted to ask you, if it's okay with you and you have time, if you would like to write another fanfiction about hort, it's so underrated, I love you, have a good day<3

Hort X Ever! Reader

Authors note: Hi Libraia thank you so much for your request! I love Hort so much I’d die for him. I hope this writing is to your liking. I know that I’m super irregular with my writing it’s because I’m lazy and never have any ideas. But hope you enjoy. I love you to have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

Warning: Book Hort/Movie Hort, swearing. Not proofread. I think that’s it.

- He first saw you at that bullshit Ever/Never meeting thing. Where the Ever boys performed and stuff.

- He saw you and a spark lit his Never heart.

- He didn’t think an Ever would ever capture his eye, but you…you were so sweet and pure. You had a genuine smile on your face.

- Of course that was only a fantasy to Hort. You would never even notice him. He was a weasel Never boy, and you were an Ever, a princess/prince who would find a perfect prince/princess.

- That was until one day at lunch. He was getting picked on for being a weasel boy who couldn’t do more than sprout two hairs of a wolf.

“What a loser.” “Sad excuse for a Never. You couldn’t scare a fly-“ The hog boy who was spouting bullshit of insults in the weasel boy’s face got hit with something. He turns around to see you standing there. “Did you throw something at me?” He growls in hatred. You throw another rock at him. “Why you-“ and another. “HEY STO-“ oh. That one got him right in his third eye. He is bleeding. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING NOTHING BUT A BIG BULLY!” You scream. The hog boy doesn’t like that. He starts charging at you. You scream naturally, and start running. Right as the hog boy is about to grab you Hort punches him right in his big borish face. Now you’re both running. Eventually you find yourselves hiding under a bridge like hide. You stick out your hand with a smile, “I’m (Name)”

- Hort sees the nicest Ever, ever.

- He couldn’t believe that you had did that for him. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, but you stood up for him.

- From that point on Hort is even more hopelessly devoted to you. He is going to protect you from everything he can.

- He’s the big bad wolf to your riding hood (Ever After High Red)

- You eat lunch with him from that point forward.

- Of course the hog boy did come back for a round two. You guys run each time to the same spot. Until it just gets old and you punch hog boy so hard he sees star. He leaves y’all alone after that.

- Hort does the little things for you. Opens your drinks/snacks. Get you anything you want. Helps you study, does your homework. All that stuff.

- He has an ANYTHING for you mindset. And “ANYTHING” means ANYTHING! From cookie to murder. He’ll do it.

- Being in a relationship with him is very loving.

- He looks at you like you put the moon in the sky.

- He’ll support anything you do. Any hobbies, traits, or anything whatever you do.

- He likes to give you feather kisses. Like little pepper flakes.

- And LOVES cuddles. Doesn’t matter where or when he wants to be touching you. He’ll pull you into him whenever.

- Not until later into the relationship will he touch your ass. He’s not going to smack it. He has the ultimate high respect for you. He will NOT be touching without your permission.

- And even if he does get your permission he’ll be reluctant to touch you that way. He’ll be a blushing boy

- If anyone else touches you they won’t have hands to touch you with anymore.

- He will not play around when it comes to your safety.

- All the Ever boys/girls trying to flirt with you, he hates it.

- He already thinks you’re too good for him but he knows that anyone else isn’t good enough for you.

- He might get a bit insecure sometimes because he will get in his head and start thinking that maybe you should be with an Ever. That maybe they can treat you better. (They can’t)

- He’s possessive. He wants you to himself because he doesn’t trust anyone else and he isn’t losing you.

- He’s not leaving you. No matter how sad or mad you are.

- He’s not going to be the best at comforting you when sad because he’s never really experienced that but he’ll try. He wants to punch and kill your problems and he will if he can but if not he’ll cuddle you and sniff your hair.

- I think that he likes to bring you trinkets like “oh a pretty rock” or “oh a butterfly wing” just little things he finds he wants to give to you.

- I think he likes to have his hair played with.

- You two have to sneak out to meet each other.

- Most nights under the moon in the forest are more magical than the one before it. You two lay in the grass just holding onto each other and telling the other about all the things they’ve missed and whatever else

- Just let him sniff your hair, hold you, steal your items occasionally, and he’ll be just fine.

- He promises you that one day he’ll get you out of the bullshit school and give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

[jacksonstarkiller]

Dusted off my sketchbook app

Lyrics are from “Still Waiting” by Sum 41

[avengedbiologist]

He's protecting his brother from two timing tempest.

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

I know it is so hurty! 😭😭😭 Sorry for the jumpscare. But it really is amazing when you consider there's no CGI in it at all and I get very emotional about a puppet.

My own Thunderfam arrival was a bit similar. I'd been reading fanfiction for something completely different, thought I'd give some Thunderbirds stuff a go and I was surprised to see both TOS and TAG. I'd refused to watch TAG for years thinking it would be another awful reboot but then I thought I'd give it a try and now I love it. And the Thunderfam 🥰

[idontknowreallywhy]

Just putting it out there - if at any point any of the awesome Thunderfam artists fancies recreating the family reunion with Jeff but where Jeff actually looks like he’s spent 8 years alone on a rock (where is the wild hair? the insane beard? The eyebrows determined to take over the known universe??) then… I would legit pay for that.

Also? Scotty, if there had ever been a moment to take off your helmet post rescue…

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

Thunderfam, please could somebody send International Rescue? I am in my house waiting for a plumber to fix a mess another workman made and all I want is for a Thunderbird to rock up and sort it out. Preferably Virgil but any are fine!

[astranite]

Trick or Treat: The Fic!

Here are all of my tricks and treats from the Thunderfam Trick or Treat in their final form, all together as the whole fic!!!

Lucy takes her kids trick or treating! Shenanigans, cute costumes and too much sugar inbound! Much fluff!! Plus a bonus extra snippet!

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Lucy pressed a hand over her mouth trying not to laugh. Scott looked so much like Jeff in his dad’s old airforce flight suit, complete with aviator sunnies and troublemaking grin. Apart from how the arms and legs had to be rolled up several times as Scott hadn’t yet hit his growth spurt, and were already coming down as Lucy attempted to pin them in place while the not quite teen bounced with excitement, candy bucket in hand. 

John adjusted his cat ears for the forth time in not as many minutes, fidgeting with the headband, a nervous frown crinkled between his eye brows. Lucy knew her second eldest wasn't much of a fan of noisy crowds of people or spooky surprises, when it came down to it neither was she, but John wanted to go, had picked out his costume of a black and ginger cat and even let a very careful Virgil draw whiskers and a nose on his face with Lucy’s eyeliner. A set of noise cancelling headphones in her bag and the promise that he could stick by Scott the whole time and go home with her if he needed to, had  a small smile once again on John’s lips, as he rocked on his heels in anticipation.

Virgil’s costume had been the easiest out of all of them, in terms of choice. Lucy thought it would be a phase but ever since the local fire engine and crew had come for a demonstration at the primary school several months ago, wanting to be a fire fighter had been all Virgil could talk about. Bundled up in yellow rain jacket far too large to go to Gordon, covered in reflective tape stripes because ‘That’s what the real one’s look like, mummy,’ Tracy spelt out across the back, the red plastic hat jammed on his curls, falling over eyes, Virgil was positively ecstatic. If only they could keep him from trying to practice with the garden hose turned full water pressure on their thankfully very much not on fire house. 

Kyrano’s kid staying with them, Tanusha or as the boys had started called her, Tin Tin, resolutely refused to dress up. Eventually, with much suspicious glancing around, she whispered in Lucy’s ear that she was already dressed up, because she was a spy and didn't need a costume. In the kid way like it was totally obvious and how didn't Lucy already know this, Tin Tin stated, “The only spies that look like spies are dead spies.” Lucy manage to keep a straight face through that rather threatening sentence delivered by a kid with pig tails, missing front teeth, and a expression she likely throught was intimidating with a wrinkled up nose and screwed up eyes, but to Lucy was adorable. 

Gordon had been utterly thrilled when Lucy had said, yes, he could go as both a pirate and a clownfish, if that’s what he wanted. The toddler hadn't taken off the patterned aquarium shirt or pirate hat since this morning, despite several narrow misses with the bath, the full kitchen sink and the garden hose. Orange, black and white paint, hastily applied as Lucy chased a laughing Gordon around the house, plus a rubber duck attached to his shoulder at Gordon’s insistence with some creative duct taping, completed the costume. 

Little Allie had the dubious honour of the astronaut baby costume Jeff and Lee had found online. Speaking of Jeff and Lee, Lucy followed the sound of cursing to the hallway where both astronauts were trying and failing to unfold the double stroller for Alan and an inevitably exhausted Gordy. Lucy instructed while laughing, ‘There’s a catch under there, somewhere,’ while she jiggled Allie on her hip as he tried to chew her hair.

Finally, they were all ready to go. Mini Maverick held hands with a ginger and black cat and a fire fighter, ready to surge ahead towards the streets and sweets being handed out. The undercover spy dodged from shadow to shadow, and Lucy made note to keep an extra eye out so she didn't disappear. A clownfish pirate or pirate clownfish, there was no consensus come to about that, was perched on Lee’s shoulders, the stroller predictably refused. The pint sized astronaut gnawed on a rocket shaped teether, in the pram pushed by full-sized astronaut two, or Jeff ‘We don't need costumes, we’re already famous,’ Tracy. Every year, he and Lee got a kick out of telling sceptical children that they really were the real deal. 

Lucy’s lab coat, her work one because she’d run out of time for a costume for herself, swished around her, covered in definitely artful and not because it had been a day, explosion marks. Well technically, it hadn't been an explosion-explosion, rather a spill and the chemicals were safe, but that was only for her to know and everyone else to worry about. With her mess of unbrushed red curls and ability to spout off physics and astronomy facts at a million miles a Cminute, she made quite the mad scientist, if she did say so herself. Especially as she dashed down the street after her eldest three, because they most definitely still needed supervision, after the sticky toffee, climbing tree, near miss with the emergency room trick of last year!

---Bonus!!!---

Virgil took his brand-shiny-new firefighters uniform from Chief McCready’s hands, grinning face splitting wide. His own uniform, because for the next few weeks he was a proper part of Blue Watch, and a firefighter! 

It had even been modified to incorporate his IR tech and most importantly his green baldric over the top because couldn't imagine feeling properly prepared for rescues without it. 

He tugged the new jacket on right away over his flannel, feeling like a kid on halloween. He gave it a spin, the coat flaring out around him. Heh, if little Virgie could see him now, a proper firefighter.

“Whatcha laughing at, Tracy?” Cass clapped him on the shoulder. 

As soon as Virgil explained what had been his halloween costume for every year of his childhood, he was surrounded by Blue Watch, good naturedly demanding that they had ‘got to see photographic evidence.’

Virgil rolled his eyes, but called up John, the keeper of all the family photos on Five’s massive storage banks.

John obliged, and firefighters crowded around the holos projected from his wrist comm.

“Aww, you were an adorable kid, Tracy!” 

“Cuuute!” 

“You sure did grow up, but I don’t think the expression has changed at all!”

Then a snickering John decided to chime in with the whole practicing fighting fires with the garden house incident, and the consequences to hanging laundry and open windows.

Cass, serious, no nonsense Chief McCready was giggling, tears streaming down her face, hanging onto his shoulder to stay upright. 

Virgil snorted, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing too.He was proud of his achievements to become a firefighter, they were all laughing with him, not at him, they were his team. He threw his arms around them, grinning along.

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

I'm actually crying with laughter. My husband just asked me if I'm alright and I've no idea where to even start 😂

Random Scott moment

“Scott. Scott, I can’t!”

Virgil’s voice was little more than a pain-filled scream.

“You can. You need to move and you need to move now!”

“Oh god.”

There was a terror of defeat in his brother’s voice that Scott hadn’t heard before. He eyed his speed, desperate to get more out of One’s engines as he streaked across the planet.

Next to his velocity indicators hovered the hologram John was shooting down from Five. Virgil’s vitals, his bodycam, and what little they could get from Two’s sensors at this distance.

It wasn’t enough.

Scott needed to get there.

Now.

I’m coming little brother, I promise.

His fist clenched around One’s controls, pushing them an imaginary increment faster.

-o-o-o-

[uniwolfcorn]

❗️AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT❗️

Greetings Thunderfam/Anderfam! I hope all of you are doing well and had a wonderful Thanksgiving, holidays, & New Years!

Now, I have been thinking for a long while about this. And now I think it's time I begin setting it into motion. I've decided to start a Thunderbirds/Anderson event. I would like to present to you all...

✨️The Whump Couch!✨️

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How it'll work:

I'll draw and post a picture of the (TAG) Tracy Villa couch. You lovely people in Thunderfam can add a drawing of a whumpee on the couch. The artist can write a fic with said drawing, or something similar to a minibang; ask someone to draw/write for them (you don't have to only do Thunderbirds! Go wild with the Anderverse)!

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Rules:

•One drawing and fic entry per person please. This is to make sure nobody gets overwhelmed!

•While whump, anguish, and such are allowed, please do not draw/write anything super explicit (NSFW, heavy gore, etc).

•Artists can choose to either use the couch as their separate canvas or squeeze in other drawings.

•When posting a submission, please mention me and use the tag #the whump couch

•Please remember to credit each other's work.

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When it'll start:

The event will start on February 1 - March 5. I've been suggested to start in 2023, so can be a fresh start for everyone.

This will be my first ever event I hold, so apologies if anything is unethical. But remember this is all in the name of fun! Take your time and don't stress over anything. Also, feel free to leave any questions or suggestions on how I can improve the event or anything!

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Tagging the lovely artists & writers of Thunderfam: @dragonoffantasyandreality, @teapotteringabout, @louthestarspeaker, @alexthefly, @tikatu, @tsarinatorment, @janetm74, @katblu42, @dreamycloud, @willow-salix, @lenle-g, @knyee, @shirubie, @godsliltippy, @gumnut-logic, @ak47stylegirl, @mothmannerly, @squiddokiddo, @skymaiden32, @malignedangel, @chenria, @avengedbiologist, @misstb2, @thunderforsty, @thundergirl007💕

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Apologies if I forgot anybody! Thank you all so much for reading! I'm very excited and I can't wait to see what you guys come up with (even if don't you join in, it's alright. You still rock)!❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜💖🩷🖤🤎🩶��🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🌟

[katblu42]

I posted 816 times in 2022

That's 242 more posts than 2021!

65 posts created (8%)

751 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gumnut-logic

@janetm74

@gaviiadastra

@soniabigcheese

@the-original-sineater

I tagged 147 of my posts in 2022

#thunderbirds fandom - 33 posts

#thunderbirds fanfiction - 28 posts

#thunderbirds are go - 22 posts

#virgil tracy - 17 posts

#thunderfam - 14 posts

#thunderbirds - 14 posts

#youtube - 13 posts

#australia - 9 posts

#ask game - 7 posts

#flashfictionfridayofficial - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#i am virtually placing my ice-cold fingers on the backs of each of your necks to cool you all down

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Leap of Faith

I know it's technically too late, but this is for @flashfictionfridayofficial this week. (Stupid work stealing all my time!) Very short.

Thunderbirds fandom Approx 328 words.

“John, we’re out of options, and out of time.” Virgil’s tone brooked no argument as he checked one final time that the boy’s safety line was securely attached to his own harness.  “Scott?”

“F. A. B.” was forced out from between Scott’s gritted teeth, as One’s engines strained in the background.

With one solid plant of booted feet on rockface, Virgil pushed off the side of the mountain and activated the quick release mechanism on the now useless winch cable.  He held tight to the child clinging to his chest as they plummeted.  Even through the helmet he could hear the grinding screech of metal on rock as the weight of the Pod violently shifted at the sudden loss of their weight.

He turned himself in the air and curled his body protectively around the boy in the vain hope he could shield him from impact if the worst were to happen.

Then the welcome scream of engines filled the air and they were no longer falling.  Caught by the cargo net stretched out in front of Thunderbird One’s nose cone.  Virgil adjusted his position, keeping one arm wrapped around the terrified little boy, and taking a firm hold of the cargo net with his other hand as his big brother slowed his ‘bird and began to ascend away from the jagged rocks of the canyon floor below them, heading for the safety of the plateau where he had needed to leave Thunderbird Two.

“Thanks, Scott,” Virgil panted out in sheer relief.

“Any time, little brother.”  The confidence in the commander’s voice was laced with a fair share of relief in return, and something else Virgil wasn’t sure he could identify.  “On second thought, maybe don’t try that one again in a hurry.  You’re right.  It’s not fun watching a self-sacrificing idiot brother make a move like that.”

“I knew you’d catch me, Scott,” barely above a whisper.  “I had faith.”

“Just like I have in you.”

37 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#4

Not having a significant other at this time of year has had me pretty fed-up with all the pre-Valentine's Day advertising, but it got me thinking that I really want to show some love to all of you for being such a lovely community.

40 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#3

It's here, it's here, it's finally here!

My months of regularly trawling ebay for one of these finally paid off. Even had a last minute bidding war to win it in the end!

And the best bit . . .

See the full post

47 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

#2

Like Your Father

For @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #176

With a prompt like this, how can it be anyone but Scott Tracy?

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go Word Count: approx 886

He’d been hearing those words practically all his life.  Almost always in a positive light.  When he was little it was invariably a reference to his smile or his eyes – or Grandma commenting on his tendency to want to get everywhere fast, or his infatuation with all things flight related.

As he grew he found himself wanting to emulate his father in so many ways. So, by the time circumstances unexpectedly thrust him into Dad’s shoes as a young man the comparisons were practically inevitable.

In Scott’s role as CEO of Tracy Industries it was so common for people to comment on the likeness that with every face-to-face meeting it was now expected.  Well, at least from board members, executives, competitors, clients and prospective collaborators who were old enough to have met the great Jeff Tracy in person. 

Sometimes the words went unspoken, but the way a person’s eyes would linger on Scott a moment longer than strictly comfortable while shaking hands said it anyway.

“You’re so much like your father.”

Most of the time it made Scott proud.  After all, it’s what he strived for – the result of the inner mantra that kept him asking himself “What would Dad do?” in any situation.  He wanted to be like Dad, to make him proud, to live up to the legacy.  And there was an undercurrent of fear there at times that he would never be able to live up to that.  So, hearing people remind him that yes, he was indeed a lot like his father was a reassuring comfort.

Usually.

Today’s meeting had started out ordinarily enough.  He and Virgil were in New York to meet with Nathan Twiner in order to discuss his proposal for a project he thought Tracy Industries should support.  The eager and over-confident inventor had given Scott that look as introductions were made.

“I had the pleasure of meeting your father once,” the greasy-haired, middle-aged man commented with a toothy smile and a firm handshake.  “He was a great man.  Such an inspiration.”

“Yes, he was.”  Scott returned the smile and deftly resisted the twist the older man tried to enact to literally get the upper hand grip in the shake.

From there it had all gone downhill.  Twiner’s idea was all hype and very little substance.  Virgil had politely pointed out a number of the many flaws he’d spotted in the designs and blueprints.  Scott himself could see some of them, and both Tracys had expressed their safety concerns when Twiner had tried to suggest the ways in which experimentation would find the solutions for any shortcomings in the design. 

But the main issue Scott had with Twiner’s idea was the fact that the end product would have no real benefit to society at large.  It was a grand idea which would need a great deal of time and money poured into it just to make it viable.  Scott agreed with Twiner that the finished product would likely sell, but Tracy Industries were not in the business of making things that amounted to little more than big toys for rich grown-ups to waste their wealth on.

Finally getting the message that Scott and Virgil were showing him and his idea the door, Twiner’s thin veil of friendly familiarity was abandoned.  He stood, he scowled down on Scott who remained seated across the table.

“This place has obviously gone to the dogs since the demise of the Great Jeff Tracy.  He was a man who knew a profitable idea when he saw one.  An adventurous man who wasn’t afraid to take risks.”

Virgil may have sensed what was coming.  A subtle shift in his position beside Scott brought his knee to rest against his big brother’s thigh beneath the table.  A small, simple gesture that served as a reminder that Scott was not alone here, and to keep calm.  Although Scott was managing okay without the gesture, he was very glad of it when Twiner delivered his parting shot.

“You are nothing like your father, and he’d be greatly disappointed in you.”

Scott rose slowly to his feet, keeping his voice steady and his fingertips lightly on the table.

“My father, in life and in business dealings, knew how to weigh up the risks and benefits of any situation he was faced with.  He took calculated risks, but his goal was always to help people, and to improve the world we live in.  Everything I know about running this business I learned from him, and thus far it has served me and Tracy Industries very well.” 

Scott’s glare was deployed with the desired effect, as Twiner’s self-assuredness seemed to melt away and he took an involuntary step back.

“Thank you for your time, Mr Twiner,” Virgil said pointedly as he rose from the table and strode over to open the door.

“You’ll regret this,” Twiner mumbled as he left.

Virgil closed the door again and turned back to his big brother in time to see him sag back into his seat.

“Scott?”

“I’m okay, Virgil.  I know what you’re going to say, and you don’t need to say it.”

Virgil waited a moment, knowing that while Twiner’s words had hurt, his big brother would be able to shake this off. “So, you don’t think he’ll take his idea to Fischler?”

47 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I need you all to see this amazing artwork @godsliltippy did for me!! It's absolutely beautiful and has such wonderful details in it! And I totally didn't expect when I commissioned it that it would be completed so quickly!

Cannot stress enough how much I absolutely love it! Thank you Tippy!!!!

The song he's playing/singing is Now I've Seen You from the musical Honk!

51 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[jacksonstarkiller]

Punk 🤟🏻

(It’s supposed to be red lightning btw)

[gumnut-logic]

I meant to post this on Wednesday but didn't get there.

I just want to thank all of Thunderfam for an absolutely amazing Fanart Appreciation Month. You guys dug up things I haven't seen before (a challenge, trust me) and the reblogging was fantastic. There is sooo much art, it is glorious!

I think we should celebrate Thunderfam for being such a great fandom where we are kind and support each other in so many ways. So a great pat on the back for all of you and so many hugs.

And, as always, a great thank you to all the artists in our fandom who enrich our fun with their talents. Thunderfam really rocks!

Until next year! (But you don't have to wait, reblog all the art anytime :D )

Nutty

(so much glorious art! I love you guys :D )

[tracybirds]

Welcome to the One Prompt Challenge!!

What is this? Well since a bunch of us were chattering earlier about the possibilities of how to apply this prompt sent in to @trope-appreciation-tuesdays , Nutty and I thought why not make it a community event!

Behold, a table of every possible main character combo! (made by @gumnut-logic)

The challenge is for all of us (as Thunderfam!) to fill in as many combos as possible. There’s no time limit, there’s no dibs, just write whatever combo you want to explore and tag #ThunderbirdsOnePrompt or feel free to tag @tracybirds in the notes and I’ll update this post and we can share the enjoyment together!

Also, don’t worry if someone has already written the combo – we all approach prompts in totally unique ways and the more fics the better am I right :D

If you post on AO3 – I’ve set up a collection you can add to as well!

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Linked Prompt:

"You don't need to worry about me," said A.

"Well, someone has to!"

B paused - they didn't mean to raise their voice. They sighed and continued

"A."

A rolled their eyes but B wasn't deterred.

"When was the last time you ate? Slept?"

A got up abruptly, hoping to avoid a lecture. Their head spun and they reached for something to steady themself, almost crashing into the bookshelf...

Masterpost can be found under the cut

Self Destruct by @gumnut-logic  - Brains and Virgil

Rocks and Hard Places by @tracybirds - Jeff and Scott

TLC - by @the-original-sineater - Scott and Alan

Care & Kisses by @janetm74 - Scott and Havoc

Blow Ye Winds, Blow by @gaviiadastra - Gordon and Virgil

Spine of Steel by @soniasrsstuff - Grandma Tracy and Jeff

Time To Wrangle by @such-a-random-rambler - John and Scott

Caution to the Wind by @tracybirds - Lady Penelope and Parker

Promise by @the-original-sineater - Gordon and Kayo

I Told You So by @mariashades - John and EOS

Gordysiting by @gaviiadastra - Gordon and Scott

the inner machinations of international rescue (Chapter 3) by @tanushakyrano - Kayo and Scott

[vegetacide]

Interview with a Fic Writer Meme

Thanks to @gumnut-logic for the tag on this.

1. Your favourite fic that you’ve written (or the one you want to give a shout out to)

Can't think of a favourite but I will give a shout of to the one chaptered fic I have actually completed, And Then One Day...

2. Your favourite fic title that you’ve come up with

That would either be Wicked Barista or Dead Man Walking because both (even though Wicked isn't complete..) were enjoyable to write.

Oh and Laird Fish which is lost in my tumblr somewhere.. lol

3. How do you get inspiration to write?

I spend a lot of time day dreaming while doing menial tasks and sometime I like to write down what I come up with. Scenes that I playout in my head that I just have to put down somewhere. If something comes out of it bonus for me.

Playing music while I am doing helps with this as well and what genre that music is varies from day to day.

4. Your favourite genre/subgenre of fic to write?

Whump for sure and I am a romantic so there is always some of that in there too with a sprinkle of spice cause well.... obvious reasons. lol

5. Do you have other hobbies?

I enjoy drawing and doing arty things but my brain has to be in the right head space for that...

Love losing myself in a good book or a great binge fest on Netflix or whatever streaming service I happen to be on.

Killing things on my XBOX. Great stress release and a great way to unplug from reality.

6. A fun fact about you that a lot of people may not know

I used to collect comic books. I have boxes full of them that I will forever refuse to part with. I collected everything from Marvel's X-Men to DC Batman. Todd McFarlane's Spawn to Gen 13 under the IMAGE title and under Top Cow. Also I loved me some G.I.Joe cause I am a massive Snake Eyes fan and so bat for the Snake Eyes/Scarlet pairing. (Screw you, Duke!) In my universe though the whole death of Snake and downloading his memories into a female version of him... doesn't happen.

I'm a little out of date with comic though cause... life... but I would love to get back into it again one day.

7. Pick one character to self project onto...

Oh god... all the ones I have ever thought out scenes with in my head... male/female I don't care.

8. Favourite genre of music

What day of the week is it? lol

Music depends on my mood. Alternative, grunge, rock, house, chill.. god even j-pop from time to time. its whatever tickles my fancy at any given time

9. Your favourite singer/band

Oh this would be a long, long list...

10. How have your experience in fandom been?

I agree with Nutty here... Thunderfam rocks! Since this is the first group I have really ever interacted with and lurked around its been an experience to say the least. Mainly a journey on self discovery on my part and its still going.. Defo recommend it.

Erm so.. ya. There ya have it.

[incorrectsupermarionationquotes]

1 year ago today, I was a bit down in the dumps (an understatement considering what was actually happening), and searched for some good old incorrect quotes.

Then I had an idea. I could make my own. My fandom was Thunderbirds at the time, but there are quite a few incorrect quotes blogs dedicated to Thunderbirds already. I wanted to do something a little different... Another idea! I was super into Stingray and Captain Scarlet as well; why not combine the three? And of course, I brought Supercar and Fireball-XL5 into the fold as well. Recently, Joe 90 also joined the line up.

Soon, my first post on this blog was made and it’s incredible journey began. Where would it go? To an island somewhere in the Pacific? Marineville? Cloudbase? Black Rock? Even to the stars themselves? Who knows?

Who knows where it will go know, or where the journey will end? Well, I do know one thing. The people in this community have made it into what it is now. I just type out letters on a screen. Everyone else, who interacts with my posts, writes fanfic and draws fanart based on them, and follow this blog, do so much. I simply wouldn’t find it in me to continue the blog if people didn’t.

So thank you. Thank you Thunderfam, for being one of the best communities on this site, and in fandom in general. I feel at home here. Here’s hoping for a great many more shenanigans, both late night, and broad daylight.

Lots of hugs going around! 💙💚🧡💛❤️ Love you all!

[alexthefly]

I posted 1,106 times in 2021

15 posts created (1%)

1091 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 72.7 posts.

I added 218 tags in 2021

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#virgil tracy - 25 posts

#gordon tracy - 22 posts

#thunderbirds 2015 - 16 posts

#scott tracy - 16 posts

#thunderfam - 11 posts

#tag - 9 posts

#thunderfluff - 8 posts

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#the things we do to feel cute and snuggly

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Half a Cup of Chaos

For @gumnut-logic's Thunderbirds Fluffember prompts, Day 10: Bagels.

There's a tiny bit of whump/angst in here, but it's only brief.

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“Shhhh! You wanna wake up the whole house?”

Alan froze mid-hop, still holding his throbbing foot.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he whisper-shouted back. “Who puts a dresser there?”

“Uh, Grandma did?” replied Gordon, “When we first moved in? Seriously, it’s been there for years.”

Alan looked back at the modest, very hard piece of furniture he’d inadvertently kicked.

“Really?” he said, cocking his head to one side, “‘Cos it doesn’t look familiar at all.”

Gordon’s expression hovered somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

“Unbelievable. How do you pilot a whole rocket when you can’t even pilot your skinny ass down a corridor?”

“Well, dear brother, it’s a delicate balance of skill, awesomeness and not doing it at stupid o’clock in the morning!”

Gordon grunted and carried on down the hall, leaving Alan hobbling to keep up.

“Hey, you’re the one that wanted to surprise everyone with breakfast, little bro. Cool fact: breakfast means A.M.”

“Yeah, that was a dumb idea. Let’s go back to bed and surprise them with dinner instead.”

“No way.” Gordon turned back to face him, brown eyes bright. “It was a great idea - we almost never get to eat breakfast all together anymore. We’re doing this.”

His gaze flicked back down the hallway towards the family bedrooms beyond.

“They need it,” he added quietly.

Alan sighed. They really did.

It should have been a relatively simple rescue: retrieve a group of geologists from the side of a volcano before it erupted. Easy. John had been monitoring the seismic activity; they should have had hours. But volcanoes rarely run to schedule, and so Scott had still been in the abandoned camp when Mount Sidley blew her top, sending white-hot rock and ash hurtling towards him.

Alan and Gordon had watched from the island in horror as Scott’s feed cut out; listened as John urgently, repeatedly, desperately called his name; held their breath as Virgil grabbed a pod and barrelled into the heat and dust after him.

It had been an agonising wait, but eventually they had both emerged from the grey, shaken and absolutely covered in ash, and with Scott sporting a broken ankle.

It could have been so much worse.

So now Scott was grounded, on crutches and miserable about it. John was down from Five, freaked out and blaming himself for the whole thing. And Virgil had gone full smother-bear, alternating between trying to reassure John that their big brother was fine, and yelling at Scott that he wasn’t fine and to sit his ass back down right the hell now.

In short, they needed a distraction.

A stiff clap on the arm brought Alan back to the present. His brother’s lopsided grin seemed to glow in the grey, pre-dawn light. “Right, let’s get cooking!”

How was he this perky this early in the morning?

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#3

Lone Star, Part 1 - Scott

So here it is, my very first fanfic ever. No beta. There's a lot of problems with it, but I’ve been poking at it for far too long so... yeah. Part 1 of 3 (probably).

Please be kind. But honest.

Honestly kind.

Like, rip me apart, but feed me cake afterwards?

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“So what do you think, John? Will it fall?”

The flickering image of his brother was already swiping data and tapping calculations. “Structural integrity of the tower is compromised, but the new nanite repair system has kicked in. As it stands there’s an 86% chance the tower will stabilise itself.”

“Well okay, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Mmmm,” replied John, still swiping, “The problem is the risk of aftershocks. I’ve factored some minor tremors into the projection, but anything more than that would require a recalculation.”

“Meaning the odds would go down.” Scott pressed his lips into a line. Given how big the initial earthquake had been, it was a testament to modern engineering that Dakar Tower was still standing; if it could just stay like that for the next hour then that should be enough time for the occupants to evacuate without International Rescue intervening at all. But it was a risk.

“Okay. Continue monitoring and let me know if the odds drop below 75%.”

“I would suggest 65%.”

Scott frowned. Thunderbird One was fast, but still... “That’s cutting it close.”

John’s expression remained steady, but Scott detected a flash of strain in his brother’s eyes. “Perhaps,” he said, “but it’s a calculated risk. Thunderbird Two’s still busy in Nassau, and with the best will in the world neither you nor Virgil can be in two places at the same time.”

Scott pursed his lips. He didn’t like it, but… “Okay John, I see your point. 65% it is, but in the meantime try the GDF again and see if they can get there any faster.”

“Already on it.”

Scott ran his fingers through his hair as John’s hologram winked itself out of existence. Sometimes it really felt like he and his brothers were the only ones holding the world together.

Strictly speaking a toppling tower was more in Thunderbird Two’s wheelhouse, but Virgil and Gordon were currently knee-deep in the middle of hurricane debris in the Bahamas, and with Alan out at a lunar mine collapse and Kayo deep undercover with the GDF, Scott was the only one available.

Except he was supposed to be heading out to an avalanche in the French Alps. Luckily there were no casualties reported - the victims had been at a function in the ski lodge and were snowed in. The lodge itself was sturdy and had provided good shelter; In a pinch they could survive for about 12 hours before hypothermia became a problem, but for various reasons he hated the idea of making them wait. Avalanches were a sensitive subject, but they were also horribly unpredictable. Then again, so were earthquakes.

He huffed. John was right; they couldn’t be in two places at the same time. He made a mental note to bring up contingency plans with Colonel Casey again at their meeting next week. Then he tapped his comms. “Brains, how long until refuel is complete?”

“Ah...Another six minutes, S...Scott.”

“Alright. I’m launching as soon as it’s done, so make sure you get clear.”

“Yes, J...John’s already advised me.”

Scott smiled. Of course he had. Perhaps we can’t be everywhere at once, but apparently John can.

“Okay Brains. Thanks.”

Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It had been one hell of a day and it wasn’t over yet. International Rescue were scattered right across the world - above it, in Alan’s case - and it was only because of John’s supreme multitasking skills that the left hand still knew what the right hand was doing. Or what continent the right hand was on...or something. He was too tired for metaphors.

But yeah, thank goodness for John.

As he often did, Scott found himself picturing his brother up there on Five, swiping and scanning away in the cold quiet of space, working to keep them all safe down here. It always struck him as...not funny exactly, more ironic, how their most distant brother in every sense was the one that was always involved in what they were doing, always an integral part of their rescues. It didn’t matter what timezone you happened to be working in, John was always on duty.

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#2

A Lucky Man

Today was a bad day so I decided to write my feelings. The result is questionable and very rough, but I'm posting it anyway because it's better than nothing.

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Scott Tracy was well aware of how lucky he was.

Every morning he woke up in their luxurious villa on their private tropical island that he shared with his loving family; brothers, sister, grandmother, friends, all of whom he would do absolutely anything for.

As he went about his day perhaps Gordon would be in their Olympic sized swimming pool, or maybe Alan would be playing on his state-of-the-art games console. Virgil might be tinkling away at their grand piano, or Kayo could be working out in their well-equiped on-site gym. Perhaps John would dial in from their giant freakin' space station to catch up.

He didn't actually need to work for a living, but rather than be idle he was privileged enough to be CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, renowned throughout the world. Status and money followed him wherever he went, opening every door with a handshake and a smile.

And then of course there was the elite rescue organisation that gave him real purpose. He and his family and their marvellous machines could go where others couldn't, do what others couldn't, save people that others couldn't. It was the most incredible rush and such a deep, deep joy, knowing that he was making a difference to someone. The looks of wonder on people's faces when they knew that International Rescue had arrived to help. How many other people got to feel so fulfilled at work?

He really was an incredibly lucky man.

But then there were the other days. The days when it became difficult to see the good in the world. The days when the light dimmed and all he could see were shadows. A rolling wave of snow bearing down; the echo of a lullaby no longer sung; a flash of light and debris falling from the sky; the lingering scent of cologne in the hallway; a boat hitting a wave at just the wrong angle; hospital beds and bleeping monitors and so much pain; a sea of faces that he just couldn't save...

On days like those, all he could do was run. Sneakers on, gravel underfoot, he'd leave the world behind and just run away; run and run and keep running until he'd outrun the hurt and the pain. Outrun the cries of a motherless boy. Outrun the lonely young man's rage. Outrun the tears. Outrun the bitterness. Outrun the weight of the world on his shoulders. Outrun the burning injustice of it all. Run. Run.

And when he couldn't run anymore he'd return home, wrung out and hollow.

Empty.

But the emptiness never lasted, because home wasn't empty. A reassuring wrinkled hand on his shoulder, a corny joke to tease a flickering smile, a flannel-wrapped hug to warm the soul, a cup of joy with marshmallows floating on top.

The gentle hum of home.

Many loving hands supporting him and lifting him back up.

Scott Tracy really was a very lucky man indeed. Sometimes it did him good to be reminded.

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