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[tracybirds]

Hello!

Loving your responses to the sickness prompts so far!!

Wondered if you might come up with something for Careful Care with John as Character A. Dealer's choice for Character B.

Please and thank you.

:)

We'll pretend it hasn't been a couple of *ahem* months since I got these - but thank you for your patience and the late night inspiration <33

careful care: it’s hard for[character A] to accept help. [character B] knows which care methods are “acceptable”. 

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Another anomaly.

EOS catalogued the newest data point, the slow trend away from the norm growing more evident with each passing hour.

It wasn���t yet enough to confront John, but the data flooded in as he coughed, bracing himself against the wall.

EOS remembered the more colloquial term from Gordon – ‘hacking up a lung’ did seem more appropriate for the situation in front of her, despite her dislike of figurative speech.

“Ugh,” John said, grimacing slightly. His posture was slumped, his eyes bleary. He barely glanced in her direction as she settled in front of him and lowered the array.

“John.”

“Don’t,” he said, cutting her off instantly.

“I just–”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She kept her display a bland white and her tone neutral.

“There’s tea in the galley.” No reason, no judgment. “We are monitoring three weather systems and five major engineering projects. No sign of current danger.”

You should rest. Words she didn’t say.

John gave a sharp nod.

There was none of his usual ease in motion, fluidity lost to the ache in his bones. He turned away from the stars as he reached for the mug with a shaky hand.

EOS withdrew.

She had what she needed.

A channel opened to Tracy Island.

“You need to be here,” she informed Virgil, before he could say a word.

He frowned, leaning forward as though looking for John in the holo.

“He’s in the galley,” she said, responding to his unasked question. “I made him tea, but I don’t know what happened next.”

“Is John sick?” asked Virgil in a soft voice.

“Nearly,” she said, and he nodded.

“Good job,” he said, and the praise made EOS glow even brighter. “I’ll look after him.”

“I wish he’d let me.”

Virgil hesitated, halfway out the door.

“Someday, he might,” he said eventually. “It’s hard for him.”

“What’s so hard about staying in bed and watching television and drinking soup? All my research suggests that minor illnesses are easily treatable and highly predictable.”

Virgil could only offer a half-smile.

“It’s simple enough, EOS. But it sure doesn’t feel that way when your body’s fighting against you. Imagine if you woke up and you suddenly couldn’t access all your systems. And those you could were sluggish and you know it’s not right but there’s nothing you can do about it.”

EOS didn’t have to imagine. She remembered her early existence with perfect clarity, and she remembered also how hard she’d fought to shake off her chains.

“What would you do?” asked Virgil. “If that happened?”

“Tell John.”

Perfectly logical.

Virgil’s lips quirked, biting back a grin.

“If John wasn’t there?” he asked. “Would you tell one of us?”

EOS found she didn’t have an answer. Logic dictated that she must answer affirmatively. Yet something held her back, a strange distaste at the idea that anybody other than John would see her in so vulnerable a position. She’d grown to trust his family, but John was different. She’d held his life aloft and he’d created her with his hands.

Virgil nodded.

“He thinks the world of you, you know,” he said gently. “He’d rather push through and pretend everything was fine than let you down.”

“This is hardly something in his control. Nor would illness be cause to ‘let me down’.”

“Give him time, that’s all I’m saying. And until that day, I’ll look after him.”

EOS nodded.

“Thank you, Virgil. I am pleased that he has you.”

 “I’ll see you up there,” he said. “I’ll show you what to do.”

“If you can convince him to go back to bed, that will be a lesson worth learning.”

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[prompt list is here if you want to reblog for yourself!]

(or if you want to send one through feel free although there is a decent backlog :P)

[gumnut-logic]

“Okay, four to save, one’s a panda.”

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

I love it. Sleep shopping for Scott! Why not? 😁

I have no memory of this…

Apparently I ordered him at about 4am the other night… watch suggests I was awake around that time so err… alright then!

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

Good Omens - December reads part #1- fanfics recs 🤓🩷🎄

I ´ve decided to write a short summary each month about the books i read. I need this to let go of the stories, its a nice way of saying good-bye to them and to spread the love to the authors and to you. 🩷

I only read finished stories and rarely one-shots. You will find no WIPs in here, as i really like to dive deep into the plot and i keep losing track of WIPs. Also you will only find happy or at least hopeful endings here - i couldn´t handle anything else.

Thank you to @di-42 for inspiring me to do this with her own monthly review! 🤗 Check her out, she is an incredible author!

Also i try to find every author here on tumblr to link-to, but sadly some times i am out of luck. If you happen to know them, please tell them, write to me in the comments or DM me and i will update the post!

Multichapter Fanfics

Forbidden roman(ce) by WorseOmens

Sadly this story seems to have been deleted, also the author is not on AO3 at the moment. Maybe they have disabled or deleted their account. Its a pity, because it was a truly nice story.

It plays in ancient Rome. Crowley is living in a villa just outside Rome and "inherits" a slave from his uncle. For at first undisclosed reasons he tries to keep him away from his other slaves - and what other way is there than to spend time with him himself?

A nice story, only a bit angsty to me, and the last 2 chapters really cracked me to sobbing tears. I do so hope that the fic goes up again or that some of you might know the author and tell them about this. Maybe some of you have downloaded the story already (just like i had) and will still be able to enjoy it!

Lunacy by @snae-b

OMG - i have been a sucker for the whole Alien-Films for decades. If you know them (Sigourney Weaver - i mean how cool can you be stearing a hauling-robot to kill an alien?) - you know the feeling they produce.

This is exactly what this story is able to capture. Crowley is head of a mining-crew on the outer borders of the known space. Aziraphale is a geologist coming with them. The plot is an angsty pageturner which had me leave the light on at night. Just loved it and made its way to my re-read list. 👽

Love in the Garden by @tawnyontumblr

It´s the early 90ties, its UK and its gay. HIV and Aids are kind of a rumor, no one knows exactly what is going on. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves right in the middle of it. This story is SO SO important, but please do mind the tags before you start. It will be a hard read. 🩷 To me it was very precious, this is exactly my teenager-time and i remember it all too well. Please remember i only rec stories with a happy ending! Apart from that - i am SO thankful for how far we have come concerning this disease.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Goodbye? by appleseeds

Human AU; Aziraphale is dragged to a Halloween-Haunted-Castle-"Party" by his friend Tracy. He clearly would rather curl up in bed with a book than being there, but thank Someone there is this beautiful stranger sitting across of him, who doesn´t seem to want to be here either. They go ghost-hunting through the castle - what will they find? 😅

The small ad by @theladydrgn and @sylwritesstuff

Tall, lanky ginger of arguable gender available to be your significant other ... This is the ad Crowley puts out and Aziraphale decides to call. With the family reunion ahead he doesn´t want to go there alone - again. Gabriel would be too much of a nuisance. You can imagine the rest!

I love the authors and have read more of their books in the past. They are always very easy to follow, funny and satisfyingly smutty. 🌶😁

Three two one, we go live by HazelSage

Crowley is falling in love with his secretary Aziraphale, while secretly being addicted to a camboy called "not an angel". What he doesnt know - Aziraphale has a secret side-hussle ...

The story is merely an excuse for writing lots of cam-scenes with Aziraphale having solo-sx for his fans-only-channel. Do mind the tags !! Plot-to-Smut-Ratio = 15:85 😁

Tastes by @tawnyontumblr

Aziraphale is bound to be wedded and searches Crowley´s help to become a rake so that his betrothed doesn´t want to marry him any longer. Love in regency times, gentle gender discussions in a time that no-one even knew or at least talked about it. Wonderful story that had me re-read whole pages because they were so touching. Also: very hot!

One-Shots!

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by @theoldaquarian

I found this story through another rec from @di-42 and it really had me laughing. Crowley rents his flat out as an Airbnb and here you can read what people say about it. Very funny! 😅 The author seems to have deleted their tumblr-account, so i couldn´t link them.

Naked and afraid: Jingle Hell by @klikandtuna

Crowley and Aziraphale don´t know each other, they participate in the same TV-Show, which is called "Naked and Afraid" and is set in the Jungle. It´s a survival show. The rest is a very funny plot exclusively consisting of banter and scene-descriptions.

Not really a One-Shot, it´s over 20k, but i stumbled in and it was just so funny that i kept on reading. Biggest laugh: "I���m about to lose a testicle to frostbite." 😅 A christmas-story you can read all year through.

Some strangeness in the proportion by @trailingoff

Set after the end of S1. Aziraphale has been punished by the "destruction of the demon" and he grieves deeply. He moves into Crowleys flat and just wants to be alone. If just this angel wouldn´t keep showing up, trying to help him overcome his feelings.

Loved this one, it was written before S2 and somehow i wonder if it doesn´t hit to the point with its message ... Also a bit longer for a one-shot with 11.500 words.

Puttin on the Ritz by @moonyinpisces

It´s New York, it´s the 1920ies and Aziraphale is on a heavenly mission, when he accidentally bumps into Crowley. As part of their arrangement Crowley decides to take over and Aziraphale gets to watch a demonic temptation for the first time. Will he be able to resist? A short, funny, fluffy smut story. 😉

Incredible Artwork by Zoe @vavoom-sorted-art 🩷

Green Light by @dragonfire42

After the second not-coming Aziraphale decides it´s time for him to finally "cum". He uses all the historical appropriate terms to tell Crowley his wish and can´t fathom why Crowley doesn´t understand. At least at first. When he does, 6000 years of pining break loose. Very funny!

All i want for christmas by @naromoreau

Oh i loved that story so much! Crowley is the single-dad to Warlock, Aziraphale the single-dad to Adam. They meet at school for the christmas-party of their kids, where Aziraphale also acts as Santa Claus and asks Crowley to help him dress up. How they end up in the janitory closet? Guess you have to find out! Very sweet and hot. 🎅🩷

So thats 13 fanfics in the first 8 days - wow. I never kept track of my readings this way and i am a bit surprised myself. thanks to all the wonderful authors for making my nights! 🤗

[anthemode]

John "Fluffy" Tracy🧡🥯

Yes just a little doodle😁

This idea comes from lovely Sanrio characters!

[scramjettracy]

HOT CHOCOLATE IN THE LOUNGE!

I finally broke into the fancy stuff and made a HUGE vat of it so… open invitation - come get it!!

I have spray cream and marshmallows and chocolate drops and flakes and tiny fudge cubes and that brightly coloured sugar shell candy…

Sugar-fest, Tracy style! 😁

[gumnut-logic]

I knew you’d either have it or acquire this gorgeous scene 😁🧡

I just love that a Thunderbird can’t be launched without the Eye in the Sky noticing (unlike certain shuttlecraft on every Federation starship - like, guys, have you no security at all???)

But this also means Scotty would likely question Johnny as to why he let Gordon out with his rocket plane. I have no doubt Johnny could stop a launch if he needed to ::ponders if he has had to - there be fic in there::

But anyway, I loves the big brother expression in this shot. I suspect Gordon is a good pilot (he does some great stuff in Bolt from the Blue) but is not a big fan of speed. This ep and the Europa ep as examples (in TB3 he is holding onto the safety harness quite prominently). ::hugs the Gordy:: :: sneaks in a repercussion of the hydrofoil accident right here::

Thank you again for your wonderful gifs 😁💙

Nutty

(Hmm, now I have a fic idea….which bro I wonder….oooh, five and one!)

[tracybirds]

snoozeville: [character] falls asleep somewhere that isn’t their bed.

with (you guessed it) Gordy :D

:D Thank youuuu!! I hope you like it!!! I've been imagining this moment allllllll day!!

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Gordon’s head felt like it was full of water and given there’d been no breach in his gear, he knew that wasn’t a good sign.

“How’s it going down there, Four?” said Virgil through the main radio. “I’ve received six people so far, any progress on that last guy?”

“Yeah,” said Gordon, his voice scraping against his throat. He coughed irritably, trying to dislodge the phlegm that had materialised on his vocal cords. “Yeah, Virg,” he tried again, sounding more like himself. “His section shut down without any signs of failure when the leak was detected so it’ll be quick.”

“It better be,” said Virgil. “I want you back up here as soon as possible.”

There was no mention of the frog that had made a home in Gordon’s throat, but there was no way he hadn’t noticed.

With the comms off, Gordon allowed himself a low groan as he rubbed his bleary eyelids before he put his helmet back on and focused on the submarine station in front of him.

“In and out,” he muttered. “Keep it together, Four, you’re nearly done.”

Forty-five minutes later and they were back out of the ocean. Virgil whisked their final passenger to the medbay, leaving Gordon to supervise as Thunderbird Four was winched out of the ocean. His feet dragged as he crossed the deck and he paused in the corridor, bracing himself with a grimace as Thunderbird Two rumbled around him and rose in the sky.

He tapped his comm, calling up Scott with a touch.

“We got them,” he said, his eyes staying firmly shut. “I’m taking myself off duty, tell Virgil he’ll need to do handover.”

“F.A.B. Gordon,” said Scott. “You did good. You better get up to the cockpit and strap in, John says there’s a weather system en route. Virgil’s plotting a way around it now, but the turbulence might hit any second.”

“No problem-o,” said Gordon as Scott signed off. He cracked open an eye, looking at the ladder directly ahead of him.

“Maybe one problem-o,” he muttered, leaning forward as though that could lift his leaden feet off the ground.

He stumbled forward, catching himself on the ladder before he remembered the elevator on the other side of the room and dragged his tired, aching body to the giant mechanism.

There was no handrail, and so Gordon sat down in the centre, wondering vaguely why the world had begun to spin.

“Gordon, turbulence ETA is three minutes, I need you up here now,” said Virgil’s terse voice. “Where are you?”

“Lift.”

“Lift?”

“Yeah,” said Gordon, his tongue starting to slur his words in his exhaustion. “Can you call it? I… I can’t do both.”

Virgil didn’t waste time asking questions, and the elevator shuddered around him as it began to rise. The roof opened to the cockpit above with a shhht and Gordon raised his head as a hand reached down to help him up.

“Damn it, Gordon, you’re burning up,” said Virgil, his forehead furrowed as he looked Gordon over. “When did that happen?”

Gordon could only shrug and grab at Virgil as Two jolted beneath them.

“Virgil, I can’t pilot her from Five, not in this weather,” called John. “Get him in his seat and take over.”

Virgil nodded, a tight look in his eyes as he deftly bundled Gordon into the co-pilot chair.

“Okay John, I have controls.”

Gordon let his head loll to the side, allowing the gentle vibrations of Thunderbird Two lull him into an easy rhythm. He blinked slowly as he watched the lights flashing on the dashboard, knowing that despite the motion, he was safe in Virgil’s capable hands as he flew them home.

Home, he thought dreamily, imagining the soft pillows that awaited him and the warm blanket that would alleviate his chill.

Nearly there.

***

As soon as Virgil had a spare moment, he glanced worriedly over at Gordon, softly snoring in his seat. His flushed cheeks were pressed up against the side of his seat, his open mouth drooling slightly.

He sighed, knowing his brother wasn’t in any immediate danger, knowing also that Gordon had been the one who had decided to keep his illness to himself.

“Idiot,” he muttered. “Next time, just tell us. I already have to worry about Scott and John, you can’t be pulling this crap too.”

Gordon snuffled unaware as he tried to burrow deeper into the unforgiving chair and a sudden shudder wracked his body.

Virgil reached for the shiny emergency blanket he kept tucked away in a pouch and reached over to tuck it around Gordon, his hand lingering as he brushed the damp hair back.

“Sleep well, Gords,” he whispered.

[feel free to send me a prompt plus a character!]

[singitforthegirls]

'Name an animal that a 50 year old cougar would compare her 25 year old boyfriend to?' Oliver : "A TIIIGER😁😁" Ryan: "😏😏 A jackrabbit 😊😊😊" Steve Harvey : 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 'good one' *fistbumps Ryan*

And Ryan looks very proud of himself like the dork he is. Lol. And Oliver too is dying. Lol. Their hands are all over the place. Lol.

But Aisha & Tracie don't look that amused, just saying. And we sadly don't see Bryan for some reason.

But omg, these two idiots. Lol.

[ilikebigshipsandicannotlie]

Thought I'd write an intro post too!

Hi, my name's Virgil Tracy and I am a member of International Rescue. My pronouns are he/him. I'm usually the one in the massive green Thunderbird, you know, the one that brings all the useful stuff 😁

Likes:

Thunderbird 2

Piano playing

Painting

Fixing things

Heavy lifting

The Jaws of Life (for even heavier lifting)

Steam trains or any old engineering

My family

Dislikes:

Not many. I'm a pretty easy going guy. I'm not a fan of people who are rude when being rescued or deliberately putting others in danger. Oh and anybody who messes my hair up.

I sometimes struggle to respond to things because I do a lot of rescues, so please don't be offended if I don't answer.

Ooc comments below the cut:

This is an RP blog as Virgil run by @sailing-on-a-puddle. I can't always respond to everything because work, life, etc. (Unlike Virgil, I'm not actually rescuing anybody hopefully!) but I will do my best.

I'll try to keep this fairly canon compliant or things which could be, such as things pre or post canon or things we didn't see that could fit in. Though obviously it will feature some of my own ideas about what Virgil would enjoy or do, and how I see the character.

Virgil won't 'ship' anything other than his love of Thunderbird 2 on this blog. He might be very flattered, but ships, or indeed actively disliking ships, are a very personal thing. If you'd like to know my ship opinions I can answer but not as Virgil.

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Awwwwwwwwww so sweet and wholesome! <3🤍🤍🤍

Secret Keepers

Can be read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn @idontknowreallywhy (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Continuity: TOS

Synopsis: Jeff’s family are keeping something from him.

Happy Father's Day to all who celebrate! ^^

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Jeff yawned as he sat up in bed, sparing a quick glance at the barely illuminated clock on the wall. He grimaced. It was seven in the morning, and he hadn’t gotten to bed until three. When would he learn? He huffed; no use laying in bed grumbling, and disappeared into his bathroom to have a shower. Jeff breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the warm water running down his back. Already, he felt a lot more awake, and he was ready to start his day. 

He emerged from his room, ducking out of the way just in time as Gordon barrelled past him, carrying something in his arms that Jeff couldn’t identify. “Sorry, Dad!” His second youngest yelled as he disappeared round the corner. Jeff shook his head. That boy of his was going to get someone killed one of these days, and it was probably gonna be a household member. Luckily for his son, Jeff still felt too tired to deal with it and resolved to just have breakfast instead.

“Oh, Jeff! You’re awake!”

Jeff nodded in acknowledgement at the voice. “Good morning, Mother.”

Ruth Tracy frowned. “We all thought you’d be staying in bed for a bit longer, dear.”

“No point.” Jeff shrugged. “I wouldn’t get back to sleep anyway…”

His mother hummed. “Perhaps you would’ve if you tried.”

He frowned. “Pardon my asking, but why do you want me to get more sleep?” Maybe it was risky to ask the question, but it was one he had to ask. “You’ve always been insistent on all of us waking up early.”

Ruth glared at him immediately, and Jeff realised the risk he’d taken was not worth it. “I heard you get to bed at three this morning, young man. You need sleep.” She took a step towards him, clearly with the aim of herding him back towards his room.

Jeff frowned, trying his best to argue as she grabbed a hold of his arm. “I don’t have time to go to bed, Mother.” She ignored him, now on a mission to get at least one of her family to sleep in. Jeff almost spluttered as he tried, and failed, to resist. “I-I’ve got work to do!”

“Work you can easily do later, son.” Ruth stated matter-of-factly. She opened the door to Jeff’s room, and guided him over to the bed in the middle. “At least try to get some more sleep, Jefferson. Please. You need it.”

Jeff sighed, relenting when he saw that pleading look in his mother’s eyes. “Okay, Mother. I promise I’ll try…”

She nodded with a small smile, closing the door behind her, leaving Jeff to his thoughts. She’d never done that before. And just why was Gordon rushing past his door earlier? What was his son carrying? He huffed, closing his eyes and trying to sleep some more, just as he’d promised his mother. He was tired now, but the mystery was doing it’s best to keep him awake.

It took a few minutes of tossing and turning before Jeff threw the sheets off again, silently grumbling as he opened the door a crack, just in case someone was on the other side, watching and waiting. Looking around, he caught sight of Scott in the hallway, with his back to the door. He was holding his wrist up to his mouth, looking and talking down at an image on his watch. John. Jeff hummed inwardly, listening into what little he could hear of his sons’ conversation. 

“You sure that’ll work, John?” His eldest’s voice was in a hushed whisper. “You know what he’s like…”

“Positive.” John’s voice came back staticky, and Jeff frowned. The signal should be clear as day. He’d have to schedule maintenance for Thunderbird 5. Inwardly, he wondered what the problem might be. Were the antennae crooked? Was it a problem with the solar panels or the on-board nuclear reactor? Was it Tracy Island’s antennae that was the issue? He supposed the answers to that problem could only really be answered by Brains. He came back to the conversation in front of him, only to realise he’d missed a big chunk of it while musing on the comms issue. “...it should be easy enough.”

“Good.” The grin in Scott’s voice was audible. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“FAB!” The tiny John gave a thumbs up, and the device shut off, reverting back to a simple watch face. Scott hummed, looking around, before turning towards the lounge.

Jeff watched as he went. Just what was going on here? He didn’t think he’d ever seen his eldest and middle sons acting so secretively before. Well, he made up his mind. He was going to find out. As quietly as he could, he opened up his bedroom door, and sneaked his way down the hall into the lounge. And what he found was…

…His sons setting up some decorations. His mother making some finishing touches to a cake. Brains and Tin-Tin huddled in the corner, fiddling about with some new-fangled gadget of theirs. None of them seemed to have noticed him yet. The banner in the centre of the room caught his eye. 

‘Happy Father’s Day!’ 

Between the increase in rescues and a bunch of yellow tape at Tracy Industries, there’d been so much going on lately. He’d completely forgotten. But clearly, they hadn’t. He could’ve cried. 

“So is John really sure that will work?” Jeff was ripped from his thoughts by Virgil’s voice. The artist was heavily scrutinising a particular decor that was clearly the spacebound astronaut’s suggestion. 

Alan stood next to him, squinting his eyes. “You know what Virg? It will work. It’s space themed!” The youngest Tracy grinned, turning to his brother. “And we all know space is Dad’s favourite place…” He rhymed, a sing-song tone in his voice.

Virgil smiled back. “Yeah, we do know.” They stepped back from the table, revealing a spread of dishes and treats, each one creatively moulded to look like stars, nebulae and the occasional comet. 

“Alright everyone! Looks like we’re all set!” Scott’s voice broke through the organised chaos.

Gordon smirked, almost devilish. “Want me to go wake them up?”

“First of all, Gordon Tracy,” Grandma interrupted, “we all know you, so absolutely not.” Gordon shrugged, unbothered by the accusation. “Secondly,” she turned her head in the direction of the hall. Jeff froze like a deer in headlights. “I think one of them may already know what’s going on…” Everyone mirrored her movements, simply looking at Jeff in disbelief.

All Jeff could do was play it cool. “I’m guessing you wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Oh, come on…” Alan lamented. “What gave us away…?”

Jeff looked between them, eyes landing on Gordon and Scott in particular. “You weren’t exactly discreet.” He grinned. “Although, it is a nice surprise. I assume we’re waiting on Kyrano?”

“But of course, Mr Tracy. It’s his day as well!” Tin-Tin beamed. “Brains and I have prepared a little gift for him.”

“W-We hope it’ll help with those f-fits of his, M-Mr Tracy.” Brains explained. “Or at the v-very least let us know w-what’s going on. I-It’ll a-analyse his brain waves a-and interpret them i-into definitive data.”

If at all possible, Jeff’s smile widened. “That’s great! He’ll want to know just as much as the rest of us. Should I go get him and act surprised with him?”

Virgil gave a thumbs up. “Sounds like a plan. See you in a minute!”

“Don’t lay it on too thick!” Gordon advised as his father left, now on a mission.

It didn’t take long for Jeff to reach Kyrano’s door, giving it a knock. He was kind of shocked at how quickly his friend answered. “Yes, Mr Tracy? Can I help you with anything?”

“Meeting in the lounge. It’s urgent.” He thought it up on the spot. Not ideal, but it would do.

Kyrano looked a little perplexed, and a bit worried, at the adamant tone in Jeff’s voice. “...Very well.” He exited the room, closing the door to follow his employer. “May I ask what this meeting is about?”

“I don’t really know, I’m afraid. My mother’s called it.” Jeff continued to lead the way, hiding his smile. “I’ve never seen her so sure about something.”

No sooner had they stepped foot in the lounge, a cacophony of voices yelled out, “Surprise! Happy Father’s Day!” Kyrano jumped, startled at first. But once Tin-Tin started clinging to him, giving him the biggest hug, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“My daughter. My friends. What a pleasant surprise.” He shared a look with Jeff. “This is for both of us?” A series of nodding heads answered his question. “Thank you. For thinking of me also…”

“Kyrano, how could we not?” Alan stood next to Tin-Tin, squeezing her hand. She squeezed back, eyes gentle as she looked at him. 

Gordon got in the middle of the group, a very serious look on his face. “So, we’re gonna get this party started, right?”

“Yes, of course we are.” Jeff gave his son a look. “Be patient. It’ll be worth it.” He looked around the room, noticing each set piece and decoration that reflected either him or his dear friend. “You all have done an amazing job.”

If you were to ask either Jeff or Kyrano, way into the future, what days stood out to them in their long lives, chances were they would say one particular Father’s Day on Tracy Island. It was definitely worth the suspense. And the secrets…

[thunderbird-are-go]

here are some little wallpapers on each Tracy brother with their thunderbirds. I hope you like it 😅😁✨

[thelovetheystole]

This Fauxbert line is just so much more entertaining if he's talking about a previous murder.

I'll bet we aren't supposed to know yet either way, but that's always going to be what I believe 😁

And as a little reminder, here he is with his head in his van after the fire, when Tracy showed up asking about Nate.

He even planted himself in front of the door, I mean... If this isn't a sus looking bloke, I don't know what to say?

[coco9728]

Find the answer below after answering the question. And again, no cheating please!

The answer is......

Electro Magnetic Frequency!

Well done to those who got it right!

I had a lot of fun coming up with other random meanings!

Also now I can't stop watching poor Grandma Tracy getting yoinked by Virgil over and over again!

Hehe!😁

[scramjettracy]

Hey hey,

So some slightly (very, excellent, big) good news that you might want to know - outcome of that meeting was that World Heritage want to go ahead with Guardian3 at [redacted for security purposes] and three other sites. I will be celebrating this later.

Slightly less good news - they want to do a site visit to the lab and confirm funding in person tonight, and do a bit of the publicity stuff so it’s ready to approve for their board meeting tomorrow am, and then plan for commencing installation next week.

What’s your diary like? I’m gonna run for a shower and pack a bag and grab a suit, and then hope the jet feels like a super fast run to New York. They’re coming from London so we have time.

- one slightly happy fish 🐠

I can absolutely come with you if you like?

And y’know we could forget the jet and take a properly fast conveyance to NY, get there in time for you to have a bit of a breather, visit the big fish tank to find your zen then head to the lab to carry out a two-pronged Tracy charm offensive?

Sorry @captainwaynerigby your report is gonna have to wait - we have seas to save 😁

[rudnitskaia]

✨DRUNKEN BIRTHDAY PARTY✨

A few sketches for @ahhhh-118 after Maríanne's invitation to drink some bunny hugs to celebrate Maura's birthday. x))

Featuring:

Rocky Rickaby and gorgeous Tracy J. Butler herself by @lackadaisycats

Maríanne Villanueva by @ahhhh-118

Unknown Creature by @aghostnamedcalamity

and Maura Venza by me 😁