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We are making progress people!!💚

Just some WIP. First time canvas painting so fingers crossed it goes well🤞

Any tips would be awsome 💚

Okay I really would love for some ADHD Scott Tracy fics because I've looked everywhere and can hardly find any!

(If u make one tell me please 🙏)

The birthday boy has spent his day where he most wanted to be, in the surf. Now he's having a great time at the family party, with the hope to have some quiet moments alone with Penny a little later

It’ll be nice when I finish it!

@gumnut-logic​  - found it, almost fits, but not quite, no hand holding, (not sure why it was drawn now)

The soft sound of breath.

Waffle-woven cotton under his fingertips.

Pale skin pulsing to a heartbeat.

For the fifth time in the last half an hour, Scott reached out and brushed hair from a pale forehead. He knew it was an excuse. The strawberry blond strands weren’t moving of their own volition.

He just wanted to touch.

To reassure.

Himself.

He wrapped fingers around a limp hand and simply held on.

Voice whisper thin, little more than the soft hiss of air passing his brother’s lips.

“Gordy, please.”

He drew the words back in a trembling gasp.

“Please wake up.”

-o-o-o-

Random drabble at exactly 100 words.

Aggggggggh have you seen under the cut of this one- the artworks AMAZING!!!!!

From @Scattergraph

to @hodgehegposts​

Full credit to the artist mentioned above! Secret Santa does not own this work.

Under the cut for length

Grandma’s Cook Book

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Oh that was perfect, it nearly 11.30 here on Christmas Eve and reading this has been just lovely🎄❤️🎄

Does anyone remember that TAG variation of Twas the night before Christmas?

I can't recall who wrote it and I've searched through tumblr and can't find it.

Would much appreciate it if someone could find it. It is a very good piece and well written too

Merry Christmas to the Thunderbird Fam, love you all millions, have a lovely safe Christmas day :-)

(piccie is one I painted for my husband, somewhere he really loves, and I thought I would borrow it for my Christmas cards this year :-)))

Gordon

Gordo...

Agggh just so excited, Redbubble just got my Christmas 2060 family portrait licenced, thank you Official TAG, thank you so much👍😁♥️😁👍

https://www.redbubble.com/i/laptop-case/Tracy-Family-Christmas-Photo-2060-by-maggieDAS/60212354.2U5KG?utm_source=rb-native-app&utm_campaign=share-product&utm_medium=android

Awe that is just so adorable 😁♥️😁

Gordon with a hoodie

ゴードンならパーカーも似合いそうだなと思って何となく描いてみました

@fictivekaleidoscope​  the picci to go with your fic <3

Found it!!!

It’s such a perfect match that I can’t help wondering if it’s the original one from back when you first posted. 

More reboot from 2018 - boys with beards and then an older Gordo from 2016

(I think this is the one where I was experimenting with digital art, I had just got my first didgy board and was trying to do faces by using the old fashioned method of grid patterns - bit of dinosaur method but I was pretty pleased with how this turned out.)

more reboot - love this story of Gordon’s first rescue.

“That part of the emergency room was partitioned only by curtaining, but Gordon’s illusion of a safe haven was torn wide open as his father, in full thunderstorm mode, threw back the curtains of his cubicle........   “

read more here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/19029469

this was for my secret-santa last year :-)  (rebooting)

space boys - my reboot continues

just a scribble of cool dudes on the beach

reboot

oh I found another icey one - really old, done on my mobile way back in 2016? 

On with the reboot - I feel like some winter sports

 Gordon trying out some of Yuzuru’s skating moves

Scott’s more of a traditionalist.

and Virgil’s not so interested in dance.

tracy island

REBOOT - sorry for the absence, some more of the reboot stuff  - three old cartoons

Scott baby sitting (I really meant to come back to this and finish it - meh, maybe later :-)   )

Virgil baby sitting - there was a story, something along the lines of being seen as a big brother.

Virgil baby sitting again but no-one was sure who’s lil baby ...

and Gordo, no so much baby sitting and baby rescuing - anyone who’s seen this one might remember these are my neighbours grandchildren who are huge TAG fans, I wrote them a story about them being rescued by Gordon and illustrated it for them - but it gave the nightmares

Reboot - it’s okay @psychoseal - Gordo did get to keep a seagull !!!

Reboot - Little Gordos :-)

Reposting of my fan artworks, sorry nothing new yet, but I did find the story that went with this :-)

“Mom used to take us horseback riding”.

“Will you lead off Scott Love?  I think we’re ready to go at last”  Lucille called as she trotted behind the boys’ horses, leading Allie on little Sparkle.  It was a big day for Allie and a wide grin was spread across his face.  His first ride out with the big boys on his own, and although Mom would be leading his pony , he was feeling mighty big himself.   

But uncharacteristically, it was Gordon who wasn’t feeling like one of big boys at that moment. 

Every one of his brothers had been moved up a horse so that Allie could have Sparkle, the smallest of their ponies.  Mom had explained to Gordon that it was time for him to take over the pony Virgil had grown out of, Chrystal, he was more than capable, all the Tracy boys started early on horseback.  But Sparkle suddenly seemed so big to him and moved so quickly.  Sat in the saddle, high on Sparkles back, he held on tight and panicked a little.

Virgil, sat on Murphy close by was watching him carefully, “You okay Squiddy?” Virgil had been due to move up to the next biggest, a dark pony called Star, but John was too fond of her that he’d talked Virgil into taking on Scott’s much bigger horse, Murphy.  

Virgil was more than delighted, Murphy was big and powerful.  It was a massive step up from a pony to a horse but his Mom said he was a good strong kid and well up to it.  And John got to stay with his beloved Star a little longer, who’s dark dark coat was flecked with tiny white hairs and reminded him of constellations. 

As for Scott, he was very content to move up to his Grandpa’s horse, Max, a mark of trust that he had been allowed to take on the big old working horse.  Scott felt the responsibility and yes, he would lead them out of the farm for his Mom, proud that they all trusted him so.

Chrystal fidgeted suddenly, realising that they were all about to move off and Gordon yelped. 

“Steady there, Gordo,” Virgil leaned in to take Chrystal’s reins.  “Hang on Mom!”  He slid from the big horse’s saddle to stand beside Gordon, “Gordo, I promise, she’s really lovely, she’ll look after you.”

Gordon eyed him suspiciously then the pony, whose ears were flicking back and forth.

“Have you thought,” Virgil tried again, “That maybe she’s not sure about you either?” 

The smaller boy flashed another look at Chrystal’s flicking ears and shook his head a little at Virgil. “What do I do?”  He knew - he’d been taught well but panic was something new to him, he normally just ploughed into every situation without a thought of danger - Chrystal was different, she was a living breathing creature, with a mind of her own.

Virgil took his hand and placed it on her neck mimicking stroking the dappled white coat under her mane. And he looked to Gordon, “What d’ya say?”

Gordon suddenly smiled, knowing again. “Good girl Chrystal, Good girl!”  The pony tossed her head a little in response then stretched her nose round to check out Gordon’s booted foot. 

“See now you’re friends.”  Virgil smiled.

Gordon wasn’t too sure that it was enough for a solid friendship but it was a start and he patted her again. Their Mom had come round to stand her horse and Allie’s pony in front of them and nodded approvingly at the way Virgil had handled it.  

“Thank you Virg, are you okay now Gordi?”  The two boys grinned and nodded, “Okay then, if John could now stop daydreaming now please, you can lead off Scott.

Scott reached to gently tap the shoulder of John, who had been lost in the sparkling white flecks of Star’s dark coat again.  “You with us John?”   The grin John returned was all Scott needed to call, “Okay everyone let’s go!”

continuing my reposts :-)

I’m going to finish what I started months ago and repost all my artwork for TAG starting with these :-)

Does anyone remember who I drew this one for please, I'm trying to tidy files and there's no notes with this one.

tag-rewatch - episode 1

Interesting observation: Gordon ran from right to left at being called to launch in episode 1 – we now know that by series 3, his launch-way is in the other direction, so was this was an earlier format for series 1....   or was there another reason?

Late For Take-Off

It had only been the mildest of annoyances to Gordon that his launch route repair had been set aside for Brains to complete the necessary upgrades that had taken TB1 out of the skies.  He could cope for a while, getting TB1 air borne again was the priority, and anyway, he grinned, his alternative route to launch was kinda fun.

So this was a call to a submersible!

Yup, no doubt there, he was going to be needed and he past his brother at a run towards the original old shute behind his father's desk, unused now for over 12 years, but still serviceable. At the very beginning of International Rescue, this had been Jeff’s and Lee’s first short cut to the hangers when they had decided that the lifts took too long. It would take Gordon to the top hanger level - at break-neck speed!  Brains had eventually over-engineered everything to a point of total safety - but this shute?  This shute still existed.

And he loved it!  

It reminding him of every water shute he'd ever been on, plus as little kids their Dad would let them slide down occasionally just for fun.

Next, a sprint along the gantries for nearly ½ a mile, easy for boys that kept to their high levels of fitness, but all the time he was still watching the clock.  He held the record for the distance although he wasn't sure why as Scott was usually the fastest.  Gordon's current record was 1 minute 53 seconds if he didn't skid at the corner going into the next hanger.

Aware that Virgil would have already completed his systems check and starting to warm the engines, Gordon flipped under the railings, taking he own personal option of a short cut, landing on the lower gantry with a clatter and rattle of the metal before running another couple of yards to a jury rigged zip wire set up for the time being.  

This was his favourite bit, he'd hooted his head off as he flew down, pretty sure that no-one could hear.

He landed at a run right next to the pods.

This was where he should have been a whole minute or more earlier if his own launch route wasn’t damaged.  Even so he didn’t rush this part as he got to work selecting which pod to use and checking the contents before sending it along to meet with TB2. Rushing a job lead to mistake and International Rescue avoided mistakes at all costs.

Inside Pod 4, the lights came on automatically, illuminating his own Bird.

“Hello Beautiful!”  He called out to her as he slid into the spare uniform he stored there.  By then the pod had reached it's position and he felt the familiar movement as it was lifted and loaded to TB2.

He checked his watch one more time, yup pretty good!  

All he had to do was take the lift to the cockpit, blink at the sunshine pouring in as the cliff wall lifted and take his seat, perhaps a little out of breath but very definitely not late for take-off.

sorry for repeating this but the shirt thing stirred up this memory - I decided to upload all my pen and ink stuff to AO3- it’s on https://archiveofourown.org/works/22994086

there was a fic to go with it but that’s long gone, something about her need to make up to him for insisting that he wore something exceptionally uncomfortable to one of her galas

anyways, it just goes with my whole ‘Gordo’s shirt’ fixation thing