#tracy vents.

[tracy-warcross]

Rant:

This sweet person on insta was able to send me the preorder gift of the warcross short story (AHHH) and I love it

Only problem is i am physically reacting when i read it. WHY IS HIDEO THERE😭😭 “WHY WOULD A MAN (Hideo) BE THERE WHY WOULD A MAN BE THEREEEE”

Like wdym FIANCÉE Whwt do you mean DATE NIGHT

Stop Emika why are you doing this😭

[tracy-warcross]

Vise versa

Someone should start a Chinese text translating form and hire us cuz tf-

reading books translated to chinese got me like PLEASE let me be your proofreader PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[leahsnotme]

This is going to seem weird but I do want a friend like Evie from thirteen I want someone to make me my worst self I want someone to show me the ropes I want to manipulate I want to feel like I can do anything and nobody can stop me i want to feel the love and attention that comes with being with them I want to feel cared for in a way that nobody understands

[gotfreeviolet]

tiny dancer

[thatkidwholikesthunderbirds]

Vent art vent art vent art.

[melmac78]

Dear Scott/John Tracy, (as you’re the two who have the proclivity to do this)

If you’re juggling all this stuff at Tracy Industries and your duties as a Thunderbird…

And doing minimal sleep and bagels/food:

Stop. You’ll energy crash.

It’s exhausting - I’m seeing it with two papers and 3 editions each week for two weeks mostly solo.

Please stop setting the standard for 5 hour energy.

Thanks,

Mac

[izaizdead]

me in the school bathroom wiping away my tears

[exquisit3c0rpse]

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🪬🍃🍄🚬♋️🧿

Wspp babes!!

Welcome to my blog <3

TWW: $h 3d Drvgs

Wspp evbb this is gonna b my pinned post so I js wanna say this is honestly my lil diary ts is the place where I don’t sugarcoat shit fr

I js wanna clarify tho I don’t condone any of the things I do I js post shit to relate to ppl like me

ts is rly safe place And I’m rly not tryna be that type of person but plz remember recovery is possible and I rly do wish the best 4 all of u<33

And TRUST I’m a VERY mentally ill person like honest to god I’m so deadass don’t be like me bru it ain’t worth it😭

Btw if u wanna be moots I’m always down my dms r open we could b st4rving buddies or sum idk?

If we do become moots tho plz plz plz don’t take my ghosting eras personally ISTG I’m rly not tryna b a dickhead lmao depression js got me weak asl most of da time lol

But yea welcome to the vibes evbb🖤🎀

[m0kcal]

Películas y series relacionadas con el TCA🧊🧊

Algunas de estas películas se pueden encontrar en Netflix, HBO, Starplus, Cuevana o YouTube !!💓

To the bone🍽

Skins 💊

Secreto compartido 🪞

Euphoria💉

Cisne negro🩰

For the love of Nancy 🥒

Inocencia Interrumpida 🚬

Thirteen 🔪

Abzurdah🧊

Insatiable🥬

[skymaiden32]

Welp… This sucks… ;0;

[tracy-warcross]

Lowkey ik a lot if people do this

And I did this at the beginning if my social media career as well

Abd i do understand this was a while ago

BUT I just find it an issue and want to point it out

Those 2 memes were made by me in 2021 and are posted to my tumblr and insta. The person who uploaded these are not me. No credits were shown outside of being googled.

Also i remember someone posting warcross memes on wattpad and crediting the person who made the pin, (same person as above) and not me and i don’t think that person (who made the watt series) apologized but yeah it was irritating. (This is actually the main problem, miscrediting something

I don’t mind you using my stuff but please at least give credit, share who posted it, would be nice.

Not trying to call anyone out genuinely but if you are someone like this, please be aware of creators’ works and you’ll most likely be okay

(Also the person who kept making insta profiles mimicking me and other content creators’ works was also not okay lol im glad they stopped😭)

____________sidenote___________

@alwaysbored005 I FOUND YOUR SHIT ON PINTERIST SKCKCKDKC

HOLY F

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

When all of your pirate mutuals succumb to the Gaimen angels derangement and you can't join in the fun because you just do not give a fuck about them 😔

[honeymooninterludes]

[edutainer2022]

Another story to tide me over through a blackout. Scott has a DNR and it nearly reaches a breaking point for everyone, but mostly for John. It's a Scott and John story, but Gordon has an important feature too.

Thank you, as ever, to @janetm74 for all the amazing support!

WHERE THERE'S A WILL

The doctors were considerate, compassionate even, given the family status and the scale of impending global and personal tragedy, but insistent - a decision needed to be made. Scott needed to be taken off the vent and if respiratory functions didn't resume, well... The hospital management were as discreet as possible, but the telltale glee was hard to hide when the doctors regarded "organ donor" on the esteemed patient's chart. A Christmas come early - Scott Tracy was young and extremely fit, and, of course, eager to save as many lives as possible as his last ever feat. It was the family's call.

Virgil seemed to barely hear the honeyed drone about a noble purpose of a life lived in service. His focus was on Scott exclusively - biggest brother's pale face and a limp hand, clutched in his both.

"Come back to us, Scotty! C'mon, don't leave me! Don't go!"

Grandma reclused herself from judgement, suddenly looking paper thin and frail, and every bit her advanced age, full of loss. She concentrated on keeping Alan from the worst of it.

Gordon raged and raved at the doctors. Scott would NEVER give up. Neither would they! Then Gordon raged and raved at a still, lifeless Scott, till completely exhausting himself and curling on the edge of the hospital bed.

Kayo and Brains were silent ghosts at the perifery of the unthinkable discussions. So were Penelope and Parker. It wasn't their place to decide, but it would be their loss to grieve a lifetime.

John knew. He felt like the tethers keeping him planted on solid earth were snapping and he was floating into the cold, dark infinity of space - lightheaded and nauseous. Detached and numb to everything. Because he knew. Attached to Scott's will was a DNR clause. Biggest brother didn't want to go on like that. To be a burden of failed hope. Always all too eager to race beyond the horizon. To follow Dad and meet Mom...

John knew, so he spoke up - for his brother couldn't. And just like that he felt the tether snap.

Virgil growled "NO!" and just clutched Scott's hand tighter. Grandma cried, for the first time in many years. Kayo steered Alan away and looked back at John like she was going to hunt him down and lurk in shadows later. Gordon raged and raved, for a good reason this time. He spat out names John didn't even contest and vowed to disown John if he went ahead with pulling the plug. Then he stormed out.

Brains looked at him like he'd killed MAX.

John felt about ready to disown himself. But he stood his ground - that was Scott's call, not theirs.

Deep down John understood. His own darkest fear had always been the loss of self. But it did little to feel better about loosing the beloved brother. The one thing worse was feeling like he was killing the beloved brother. Maybe more than one, if Virgil's reaction was anything to go by. Definitely more than one, for John knew he wasn't coming back from that.

***

The one thing Scott was apparently unable to do ever was ignore the brothers' pleas. He breathed. The dam broke then. The hospital bedside was a mayhem of happy hugs and happier tears, and cheers. The nurses had to shush the rowdy, extatic bunch down.

The Tinies flung themselves at Scott's still motionless, quiet form. Virgil never left his side, just adjusted the grip of the hand.

John bolted. He barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up. And then broke down completely, his knees buckling and sobs raking his whole frame. Grandma hunted him down later with a reassuring ruffle of copper hair and a lopsided squeeze of the bony shoulder. But John could barely look her in the eyes. He wasn't sure how he could ever live with himself again.

Scott still had a long way to go, however, from an unassisted breath to consciousness. Anxious tension hung in the air and John was feeling every inch of the taut rope.

***

Scott had been in and out of it for several days. Each movement of eyelids or a slightest shift of the fingers - an effort. There was never fewer than one family member by his side, within reach. Sometimes several at once, somebody curled up over his covers, somebody holding on to his hand or carding carefully through his hair. But never once did his waking window focused on a much missed lanky ginger figure.

Until that one moment, around lunchtime, when the private hospital suite was otherwise deserted. Murky blue eyes, still groggy and unfocused, landed on the tall frame folded almost in two, kneeling by the bedside.

John had his whole face pressed into the brother's knuckles, clutching them fervently. Dried out tear tracks seemed to have been staining his face for some time. Rugged stubble shadowed the usually clean cheeks.

Scott's fingers shifted lightly, tenderly, to brush his brother's face.

"Hey!"

Scott's voice was raspy, barely a whisper. John started, dropped Scott's hand like he was burned, and nearly jumped away to the window.

"You're awake! I'll go get Virgil!"

John was mumbling and stumbling over simple words, which he never did, normally.

Scott's brow frowned, clearly upset.

"Don't go, 'ohnny. Long time no see."

John's fingers fidgeted, he did his best to avoid the blue, tracking him relentlessly, if with strain.

Fingers, thinned after a long coma, beckoned the spaceman feebly.

"Grandma told me. Thank you!"

John keened and shrunk away.

"Don't!!! You can't! You should hate me!"

He stopped screaming only having noticed Scott winced.

"I pulled the plug! I nearly murdered you! How can you forgive me?!"

John's own voice cracked and tears were streaming liberally.

Scott turned his hand palm up, prompting his brother to connect again. His voice was small, but earnest.

"You fought for my choice, Johnny. Nobody ever did."

The sound John made at the back of his throat was pure pain. For everything Scott was meaning. A flash of ginger across the room and John was sprawled across big brother's chest, bawling his heart out. Scott lifted his arm against fatigue to hold his brother closer.

John gulped down a choking sob and lifted his face to be level with Scott's gaze.

"That was a one time thing, brother. Don't make me do it again! I can't!"

"Johnny, please..."

"No!"

John's eyes were glassy, almost manic.

"No! Listen to me, Scotty! If it were me, or Virgil, or Allie, would you give up?"

"Never!"

Scott's answer came as naturally as a breath.

"Right! You'd hope for a miracle till the end. And then you'd make it happen. So will we!"

John's voice grew steadier by the second.

"Brains, and I, and Eos - we'll push the edge. We'll think of something nobody has ever imagined before! You deserve nothing less than a miracle!"

Blue eyes were glistening with a sheen of moisture too, by then. John rested his cheek over big brother's heart, exhausted.

The door opened and Gordon slipped in, taking in the scene before him. The ginger's back tensed and Scott shifted a pointed gaze up at the Fish. Gordon perched on the other side of the bed and reached to rub a circle over John's shoulder blades, before reaching to clasp Scott's hand.

"It's okay. We're good! We ARE!"

John visibly relaxed and Scott closed his eyes, spent by the turmoil.

Gordon flopped himself over John's prone form, wrapping both brothers in a true squid hug.

Scott was out like a light, breathing calm and even, by the time all others trickled back into the ward quietly, adding layers to the Tracy pile.

[thatkidwholikesthunderbirds]

Angsty vent art.

I've been dealing with newly found trauma recently and it's been really difficult. Gords has always good at helping me get through this kinda stuff.

[chaifootsteps]

I think you may have deleted the post, but I wanted to talk about that insta story Amir posted with the lesbian flag fan and the “#king of the lesbians” comment.

I want to start by saying I don’t know Amirs gender identity or sexuality. Everything I could find stated that Amir’s pronouns are he/him, but there are he/him lesbians, and there are also trans lesbians who aren’t out yet, and still pass publicly as male. I don’t know if Amir identifies this way, and don’t really want to say anything super critical that would pressure him into coming out if this is the case.

I know a lot of helluva criticals are also a bit critical of his online presence, but he does seem to have acted as a pretty good ally, and talked about how **requiring** pronoun disclosure for work can accidentally have the side-effect of forcing people to out or mis-gender themselves, which is a good point.

Despite knowing all of this, as a nonbinary lesbian, seeing that post did make me anxious. I think it’s mainly because, even if Amir IS a lesbian (and I know some people may even laugh at that thought, or act like that could never happen, but the truth is we DO NOT KNOW Amir, and do not know anything about his inner life or identity that he has not explicitly shared) but even if he is a lesbian, seeing *anyone* proclaim themselves “King of the Lesbians” just sets off alarm bells in my head.

I think its most likely because since I don’t know if he’s part of the community or an ally, it feels very much like someone claiming to speak for us or be representative of lesbians.

And I’m VERY sensitive of celebrities or people with influence claiming to speak for us or have clout with us—especially since JKR started using lesbians as a shield against all criticism of her transphobia.

I know I’m probably overthinking all of this—over something I’m pretty sure was posted as a joke (and I don’t even know if the “king of the lesbians” caption was made by Amir himself, or a social media manager).

But. Idk. Regardless something about that post just gave me a real big ick. My initial reaction when I saw that post was “no, you’re fucking not. If anyone is king of the lesbians it’s Tracy Chapman, not you.”

It’s something minor, and I know I’m making a mountain out of a molehill, but I can’t help but get frustrated by it. I want to say, “okay, what the hell have you done for us then?” You don’t just announce that you’re a gay or lesbian icon. It’s something that is earned and given to you by the community. Even if you are a part of the community I still think it’s something that has to be earned.

I know I’m just rambling now, but I wanted to let you know that yeah, that post was not okay with me either. I think I would have even liked the post if it had said something that was more supportive of lesbians like “let’s go lesbians!” Or “shout out to the lesbian fans!” Or something.

Anyway. Thanks for letting me vent. I know this is probably ridiculous to vent about but I wanted to get these feelings out, and didn’t feel safe talking about it on my own blog.

Nah, it's an entirely valid frustration. There are ways to show solidarity and that wasn't it, and also high five for recognizing Tracy Chapman as the queen of the lesbians she is.

(For the record, I deleted that post because apparently it's not yet common knowledge just how incredibly fucking creepy Amir is. Someday.)