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some people refer to Virg’s shoulder-mounted LED torch as the ‘disco cannon’ and I just

For those wondering, I have designed (and am currently creating) my own version of a Mandalorian helmet. She asked me to pick some random colours and bada bing bada boom she whipped this up in, like, less than an afternoon. Please go check her out! She’s got some awesome art as well as some hilarious opinions on whatever takes her fancy!

Here’s to you, @koscheithehunter !!

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LOOK WHAT @koscheithehunter MADE ME

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LOOK WHAT @koscheithehunter MADE ME

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I’ll beat you with a chilly 4 degrees where I am, and steadily going downwards!

28°C and still rising.

Usually, that temperature happens at noon here in the North East.

GET THAT PIKACHU MAN AD AWAY FROM ME AND MY DASHBOARD I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

Let’s go Thunderfam!!

Reblog if you're a Thundernerd!

I’m just curious to see just how big our tiny, yet awesome fandom is! TOS TaG or both! I don’t mind!

Something I noticed about Obi-Wan is that he almost never makes promises.

Correct me if you can think of a time where he does, but in times that someone would usually end with ‘I promise’, he doesn’t. Like with Leia on Mapuzo, when she says how she misses home, he replies with ‘You’ll be home very soon.’ And misses out the ending that most people would add.

And a reason why I think he does this? Repeating his mistake of one time he did promise.

“You will be a Jedi. I promise.”

KENOBI KENOBI KENOBI KENOBI

so many fanfics, idk why but yeah

....accurate, and most of them are WIPs!

I made a what the fandom thinks of you generator

5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 4

Ao3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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“Scott? Can you come pick me up?”

It was barely even a whimper over the audio-only hologram call. The voice was slightly nasally and hoarse – as well as plainly miserable. Scott jumped up from where he’d been sitting cross-legged on the island’s balcony, overlooking the pool. “Allie? What’s wrong? What happened?” Alan barely called home from boarding school unless it was the weekend or something was really wrong.

There was a pause and a sniffle. “Just, come pick me up?”

Half an hour later, Scott was striding up the stairs to Alan’s boarding school, the smell of Tracy One’s afterburners still lingering in the air along with the scent of scorched grass. Oh well. He’d pay for it later. His kid brother needed him.

Scott barely stopped to sign in at reception, instead continuing on to where he knew his brother’s dorm room was. Kids scrambled to get out of his way, murmurs of “International Rescue” following his every step. Oops, sorry Alan.

The amount of people trickled to almost nothing as soon as Scott hit the dormitory area. He scoured each door until he found the one he was looking for. There was a dent in the wood, new since the last time he’d been here just over two months ago. Raising his hand, Scott knocked. “Allie?”

The door violently opened, and suddenly his arms were full of sobbing baby brother.

“Alan, hey, calm down, I’m here.”

Alan only sobbed harder, clutching the eldest around the middle. Slightly shocked and now more than a little concerned, Scott gently carded his fingers through the blond hair. When it was obvious that Alan wasn’t going to let go soon, Scott bent and scooped him up. At eleven years old, Alan had proclaimed himself ‘too old to be picked up’, but there was no reaction this time.

Scott finally stepped into the room, knocking the door closed with his foot. Dodging the mess on the floor, he carried Alan over to the bed, complete with rumpled sheets and a tear-stained pillow. Setting him down, he tried to gently untangle himself from the embrace, but Alan was having none of it.

“No,” he whispered, “don’t go away.”

“Alright, it’s okay.” Dread stabbed Scott through. “I’m not going anywhere.”

In the minutes it took to calm Alan down, Scott’s mind was racing. Alan had only been at this new boarding school for a couple of months, but he seemed to be enjoying it so far. They’d had to move him and Gordon after their dad disappeared. Someone had leaked that the elusive Tracy boys attended a certain boarding school when not at their mysterious island, and the press had started to harass both teachers and students alike about International Rescue and the recent disappearance of its commander. Alan and Gordon had lived in a state of constant stress, still recovering from Jeff’s death. Grandma Tracy had made the decision to move them to somewhere no one knew who they were, and so far, it had worked. For Alan, at least. After only a couple of weeks at the school, Gordon had gotten word that his application to WASP had been accepted and he graduated early, much to the disappointment of his younger brother. But Alan bounced back fairly quickly, it seemed, and he had told them about his friends and schoolwork every time he spoke to his family on the island.

After a while, Alan slowly raised his head. Scott watched him carefully. Alan was like John and Virgil – push him and he wouldn’t tell you a thing but be patient and he’d tell you what was on his mind.

“I had history today,” he finally whispered. “We’re beginning a new unit. Space missions.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Dad was mentioned,” Alan’s breath hitched. “The teacher said that he was one of the best astronauts of our time, and– and that it was such a shame when he…” He broke off, dissolving in sobs once again. He tightened his grip on Scott’s hoodie, and Scott found himself similarly clinging to his brother. Memories assaulted him at once, memories not even six months old.

“I miss him, Scotty.”

“So do I.”

“He’s not coming back, is he? Like Mum?”

“No,” Scott whispered, almost too quiet to hear and even harder to say. “He’s not.”

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Welp! These are just getting longer and longer and I am really enjoying it! I was thinking that the family would take Alan back home to the island after this incident and continue homeschooling him, or at least, get hologram Zoom-calls or something. I can only imagine the questions and attention Alan would get after a member of International Rescue visited. Someone would two and two together, figure everything out, and then naturally everyone would know. Besides, Alan's training needs to begin!

Desperately need ideas for the next one! Something needs to go wrong on a rescue, or Alan messes up somehow, but I don't know what! Any ideas??

i am almost 19, i live in the united states, and i can not emphasize how much i wish there was a ‘highschool 2′ 

i dont want to go to college just yet but i still want to learn things. and going to college wouldnt fix my yearn to learn, because truly i dont think i’d be learning in the way i’m talking about. 

because, at least all the colleges i’m familiar with and stuff, you go to college to learn how to apply knowledge for a career. you major in a field that can be applied to a job. but i dont want to learn that. 

i want to have a highschool 2 where i can chose the subjects. i can choose history or english or geography and instead of focusing on necessities like math or english, i get to focus on the subjects i like. 

i take a semester long course in history not for a job, but because i want to learn more about a country’s history or the world’s history or history about a certain era. 

i take a semester long course in biology, not because i want to go into a field to study it scientifically or medically, but because i just want to know how things work simply because it’s cool. 

i don’t want to go to school to take tests and exams and finals just to pass with something that would help me in a job. and like, i get that’s what college is for. but i really wish there was something like, as i called it, highschool too. 

where you can sit in classes like you do in highschool and just learn shit, except you get to chose what classes you want to take. 

i would love to learn about astronomy, herbology, human & animal biology, history, geology, literature, etc etc without it having the catch of ‘you will use this information to get a job or to teach other people this information’. 

i just want to know to know, and i try really hard to learn stuff by just researching fun topics because i like doing that! but i learned things so much better when i was being taught by people who were passionate about a subject. 

i would pay to go to a college-esk place where you can just learn to learn without being pressured into taking tests and exams and using what you learn to get a job. 

i plan to go to college eventually, either when i’m more financially stable to do so or when i move to a place where it’s not a lifetime loan level cost to do 4 years of school. i want to do something job wise with art of course but. 

i would still love to just, learn other things, simply because i can, and i love doing it, and i genuinely feel like that is something that just isn’t available or a thing anymore. when you go to school after highschool it’s expected to be used for a job. major in something you want to do for the rest of your life. 

but i want to learn about planets and the earth and history from all over the world and literature from all over the world and i’d like to learn various sciences and i’d like to learn how to do things like sewing or cooking or how to take care of animals or plants or basic medical stuff or just know about the human body because its cool or how evolution in animals and plants work. i just want to know things to know them but simply reading wikipedia articles and looking at various articles isn’t enough. i miss highschool because i miss learning in that setting and i wish it was an option to continue doing without the expectation to get a job. 

*wheezes* he’s so cute!! Am absolutely in love with this idea!

Hello, I would like to make a statement:

Owl Brains.

That is all.

Oh wow, Nutty, that one was a bit scary! Poor Virg and everyone else! :( Amazing writing as always! How you manage 4000 words in a day will always astound and inspire me.

I really hope your migraines gets better. I suffer from them myself and know exactly how horrible they are, so I’m completely sympathizing with the need to write while wallowing in self pity.

Sick

Now I had two migraines today, but either side of them, I managed to churn out over 4000 words of completed sickfic. Why I wrote sickfic, I’m not sure, but I think it was sparked mainly by this post. Not any of the prompts in particular, but more a whole feel of them.

Also, I plead predictable and anyone who knows me and what I write can probably predict the entire plot, but I plead sick myself and poke my tongue out you anyway. So don’t expect amazing writing.

Many thanks to the amazing @onereyofstarlight​ for reading through and being the wonderful person she is ::hugs her tight::

All the warnings on this. I know we are in pandemic times and this fic involves a nasty bug and hospital scenes. While the content is lightish and not graphic or anything, it does focus on a flu-like bug. So, if that topic might trigger you or hurt you in anyway, do not read. I don’t know why I wrote sickfic in the middle of a pandemic. Maybe I’m just an idiot, but it happened and I wanted to warn you just in case.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy :D

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It started with Alan.

It often started with Alan. Of course, the poor kid blamed himself for what happened, but nobody else did.

Alan came home to the Island with a snotty nose. Within the day he had developed a fever and was down for the count.

Virgil, back from three consecutive rescues, ordered him to bed and went about monitoring him disguised as pandering his little brother.

They weren’t concerned, it was a cold, nothing more.

Until the next day when his fever spiked and Scott, who had been up all night with Tracy Industries business plus two of the same rescues Virgil had been entangled in the previous day, was found in the kitchen blowing his nose.

Virgil, who had taken five minutes for a bathroom break and a drink before going back to Alan - who he had dragged into the infirmary by this time - caught Scott red-nosed and glared at him until he joined Virgil with their little brother.

Within the hour, Scott was flat on his back with a fever climbing faster than Alan’s.

Virgil may have been heard to mention the words ‘overwork’ and ‘idiot’ in the same sentence, but considering they were both said with love and a bucket of worry, Scott let him have it.

Grandma, of course, was on the case, liaising with some mainland counterparts and the bug was quickly narrowed down the a very contagious flu…

That was merrily infecting half of Alan’s school mates.

Alan, being the youngest of them, was tough, and though his temperature stayed up and he felt absolutely miserable, he eventually stabilised and moved onto the hack up a lung stage which merely involved turning your body inside out trying to get the bug out of your system.

Not much sleep was being had by anyone at this point.

But Scott was older, overworked, and low on defences for all of the above and went down hard.

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5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 3

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Part 1

Part 2

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“Alan!”

Silence.

“Mum!?”

No noise at all.

“Where are you?”

Nothing. Just dreadful white snow everywhere.

Scott never thought his youngest brother would ever be in danger. He was the oldest child, he protected his younger siblings.

That was how it worked, he thought frantically. That’s how it should be.

But Alan, only five years old, was missing along with his mother in the devastating aftermath of the avalanche.

Jeff was frantically looking for Lucille and Alan. John was busy irritating the rescue personnel, trying to tell them exactly how to treat Virgil. Virgil, who had been caught up in the slide downhill but was thankfully found after only two hours, cold and terrified with a broken leg. Scott was on his own. Each and every person along the slope were searching for signs of the fourteen people who’d been caught in the avalanche, but they’d been out here for well over five hours now. The instrument that scanned for life had broken ages ago, the wires inside freezing despite the manufacturing claims. Scott had been trying to ignore it, but the chances they’d find anyone else alive were steadily dwindling.

A distressed cry from behind a snow mound suddenly dragged him out of his thoughts. He sprinted over-

-to see his father hunched over, crying. A stiff, cold form was half-buried in the snow, a smaller form huddled in Jeff’s arms. His knees gave out at the sight, and he dropped beside Jeff. Scott stared at his mother, shock setting in. Her eyes were tight shut, and the life had already faded from her cheeks. Scott knew immediately that she was gone, never to come back to them.

He tore his eyes away to focus on his father. He’d only ever seen his dad cry once when Grandpa Tracy had died. This was the same, yet so much different.

Switching his gaze again to the surrounding snow, Scott blinked back his own tears. He had to be strong. For his dad. For Virgil, john, and Gordon, For his mum, For little Alan, who was still miss-

Scott’s eyes widened as he realised what was in his dad’s arms. Or rather, who. There, huddled into his dad’s chest, clad in the bright blue of his snow jacket, was Alan. His nose and cheeks were red, the skin around it deathly pale, tears and blond hair frozen his face. He didn’t move.

But even as Scott watched, a small puff of warm breath escaped from Alan’s mouth, hanging in the air or a second before dissipating.

He was alive.

Perhaps it was the shock, perhaps he had gone mad, but Scott nearly laughed out loud in relief. The world was cruel enough to take his mother from him, yet kind enough to leave his baby brother. Reaching forwards, Scott gently slid his arms under Alan’s knees and shoulders and lifted the youngest of his family from his unresponsive father, cuddling his brother tight. Alan’s lips were blue. Scott unzipped his own coats and drew then around him, wincing at the stab of frigid air. The little kid would stay warm until the rescue personnel arrived.

With a final glance at his mother and sobbing father, Scott stood and turned away to hide the scene from his youngest brother.

“I got you, Allie,” he whispered, “and I’m not letting go.”

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Part 4

5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 2

Part 1

Ao3

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“Pick me up, Scoo’er!”

A three-year old Alan Tracy reached his chubby arms to his oldest brother, interrupting Scott’s plane-watching. With a chuckle, the teenager picked him up, settling the youngest of the family onto his hip before resuming the search for planes and other aircraft in the Kansas sky.

Alan bashed his brother’s Shoulder with a fist repeatedly. “Spin,” he demanded. “Spin.”

Tearing his eyes from the sky once again, Scott looked at Alan, seeing nothing but unabashed determination to get his brother to play with him on his face.

“Alan, you’re lucky that I love you,” Scott said. Placing a hand in the middle of the toddler’s back to keep him steady, Scott abruptly spun on the spot, grinning at the sudden burbling laugh Alan produced.

Stopping and bouncing Alan into the air, Scott had to laugh as well. It was rare moments like these that he loved, even if his brother did interrupt. Most thirteen-year-olds would react very differently if interrupted by a brother a whole ten years younger. But Alan was a happy kid, and Scott knew he would do almost anything for him if he asked. He’d do the same for all his brothers, of course, but the oldest and the youngest shared a bond that Scott was ever grateful for.

A streak of white in the sky caught Scott’s eye. “Allie, look!” he smiled. “There’s Dads plane!”

“Dad!” Alan yelled, reaching up to the sky.

Scott stared at Tracy One as she flew over the trees. “I’m going to fly that jet, one day. Dad said I could at my next birthday.”

“I like space,” Alan said very seriously.

Scott grinned. “Yeah, you do. Hey, did you ask Mum to hang up Pluto in your room yet? The solar system isn’t complete without Pluto!”

Alan’s eyes widened. “Mum!” he yelled. “Plooto! We need Plooto!”

With another wistful glance at Tracy One as she flew out of sight, Scott headed inside, his brother bouncing in his arms.

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Part 3

Part 4

Ooh, gonna use this (as soon as I finish writing my current 5+1 with Scott and Alan).

Thank you!

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

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5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 1

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Scott stared down at the baby swaddled in his mother’s arms. It was so, so small, a tiny fist curled around a red blanket and eyes closed. He looked like nothing special, yet his mother and father loved him so much already, despite only knowing him for a couple of days.

“Scott,” Lucille called gently from the hospital bed. “Come here, honey.”

The eldest Tracy son gently removed little Gordon from his lap, handing him over to Virgil beside him along with the handful of coloured pencils that the toddler was using. He stepped forward, blue eyes never leaving his youngest brother.

Jeff beamed down at Scott and slid to the side so he could sit down. “Remember when you brothers were little, Scooter? They were just like this.”

“I remember.” Scott held out his hands, and suddenly the newest Tracy was in his arms. The red blanket almost swallowed him whole, but it didn’t stop the baby from blinking slowly and opening his eyes, eyes so similar to Scott’s own. The baby let out a yawn and Scott felt his heart swell.

“Hi Alan, my name’s Scott. I’m your big brother.”

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It was about time I wrote something Thunderbirds. I really wanted to make this longer, too, but I wrote this in class and could only get so far!

Please let me know what you guys think! There’s more on AO3, if you like. I’ll be posting it here as well though.

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

I can only imagine the looks he’d get out in public, especially as he gets older. He’s got scars, that streak of grey hair, he’s constantly on alert with his hand in his pocket like he’s about to draw a gun. People probably steer clear of him all the time, because ‘that guy’s trouble, he was wanted by the police when he was 12′.

I love our skater boy Percy. He probably wears black hoodies and refuses to make eye contact with anyone when he goes to the store to grab something for his mom. What a man

Absolutely incredibly accurate. May I just add:

- *leans over* “Ooh, what are you writing?”

- Turning the brightness down as far as it will go

- Making the text so small you (and others) can barely see what you’re writing

- That tab switch

- People going “what the heck” when they see how much ‘work’ you have done

- People making t h a t face when they realise you’re writing fanfiction, even if they’re a fan

- That one rare person who actually knows what you’re talking about and gushes and fangirls with you (bless them. bless all of those people)

Writing Fanfiction Is:

Losing motivation when you have time

Getting motivation at ungodly hours of the day or when busy

Going back to your story trying to remember what the fuck you said

“Am I writing this character good or nah?”

“does the plot make sense?”

feeling guilty sometimes for absolutely no reason

waiting for comments on your fic from specific readers

writing something and thinking “oh yeah, thats definitely going to hurt them”

procrastinating on writing by writing other fics

having too many ideas and not enough time

never finishing your wips

debating whether to add the fucking dumbass joke in that scene or not

wondering if you should or shouldn’t add that angsty scene purely to fuck with the readers bc its not like its gonna kill them or anything

Hoping no one finds it while simultaneously hoping ppl read it

playing music for inspiration and zoning out

planning fics and never writing them

thinking its shit but ppl like it and suddenly ur imposter syndrome acts up LIKE A FUCKING BITCH

loving ur readers so so much

I am so excited to see cast announcements of Poseidon and Sally, but what about the villains, people! I have seen no hype for a cast announcement for Luke at all, or anyone speculating about who it could be!

Also, just gonna take this chance to point out the literal only good moment in the 2nd movie. I loved Jake Abel’s performance of Luke, and I really hope we see him as Hermes alongside Logan Lerman!

@koscheithehunter you would be the literal best person in the world if you drew this scene pls pls pls PLS PLEASE

Do you ever think Jason found out how recently Percy started training? Jason, the kid who’s been raised as a child solider since he was an infant, found out Annabeth has been training since she was 7 and he’s like, Ok makes sense. So one day he decides to ask Percy who’s all “I would call it less training, and more like the Minotaur tried to kill me when I was 12 and then Hades kidnapped my mom, it’s been pretty much down hill ever since. It’s really been fight or flight and your dad gave me specific instructions to stay out of the sky..”

Head empty, no thoughts, only 🌙✨MOON KNIGHT✨🌙

I relate to this on so many levels. Like, the myths that we talk of today literally just started off as stories people told one another, whether for fun, or to give meaning to something, or for some other reason. What we know today is probably very different to the original story because it’s been twisted and mistaken so many times. And that just makes you wonder what stories in our day might get the same treatment? Will the classics like Black Beauty or Charlotte’s Web become more than a story perhaps thousands of years in the future? Will some person from another world come to Earth long after humans are gone to find these stories and think that these pieces of literature are exactly what our lives were like? The possibilities are really endless!

Just… obsessed with myths as a concept. Like we humans came up with stories that we loved so much that we kept telling them to each other for through ages. They are like a gift from our long gone ancenstors. And they come from a time so far away, but we keep them alive because somehow, the love and hate, the hope and fear, the triumph and despair in them is still our own.

@koscheithehunter

tiiiiny little bobtail squid

#Growth

Layla is absolutely incredible and I would die for her.

I have a fabulous costume in mind

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

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