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SUMMER SOLSTICE BLESSINGS

Have you ever tried to sneak through a house full of highly trained rescue operatives at 4am to watch the sunrise on the solstice?

Because I have. And let me tell you it didn't go well, I needed up with three of the shits trailing after me like ducklings. Scott (unsurprisingly) , Kayo (fully expected) and Alan (bizarrely. I don't think he was asleep though I think he was playing his game and I was a convenient scapegoat to blame so he could get snacks) while the rest peered out of their bedrooms, glared, and went back to sleep. All except Grandma, she knows what's up.

So this year I decided to stay at the flat. So I just had to sneak past the hubby.

Spoiler, I didn't even get out of bed before he slapped an arm down around my waist, pinned me down and without opening his eyes, demanded to know where I was going.

Advantage to only having hubby here means I got to take him with me to my roof garden, and snuggle with him in the hammock and watch the sun coming up over the rooftops of Camden.

It was actually blissful.

It's gonna be my plan every year.

Wishing you all a blessed solstice, may your harvest be fruitful.

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Awww picture perfect!💕

Scott takes a peaceful moment to enjoy the scenery before the Activities begin

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Hi Thunderfam!👋😁

I noticed this thingy on Virgil’s baldric and was wondering if anyone knows what it is.

(circled in red)

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Awww!💛💕

Waves Waves crash on the beach Dislodged sand creates patterns on my nerve endings. The ground is warm from the midday sun. A breeze lifts my hair from my neck The water is cold, though it’s still summer for a few months yet And the sky is cerulean like the sea that it reflects

There are no waves now And the sky is dark The water stings the scrapes on my skin The only sounds now are not the gulls They quietened long ago Nor are they the planes, none go over us here The only sounds are the slow trickling of water into the cabin And the fires which slowly envelop us

The waves have changed They possess a ferocity, an unwillingness to pertain to rules Dislodged sand weaves about the tide in figure eights as it goes to and fro The sky is red, like the flames that once swallowed us whole Though they would not survive now the rain patters the ground It is summer once more - monsoon season And contrary to my own hopes I have not changed.

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Hello Nutty and everyone!👋😁

In a months time I will have been on tumbler for a year. Damn that's scary! Though I honestly can't imagine my life without you thunderfam in it. I love you all!

But before joining tumbler I was actually a Thunderbirds fan for about 8 years. I would watch both TAG and TOS over and over and over again. And then about a year ago a discovered all of you guys and it was like a dream come true! So much new thunderbird content! Eeeeeek!

Love you guys!💕

FAB!!!

Reblog and add how long you have been in Thunderbirds fandom.

Known TOS all my life.

Discovered TAG May 2018.

Entered fandom shortly after and published my first fic 17 Jul 2018.

So, I’ve been here two years and four months 😁

Nutty

(Random curiosity at 3.45am)

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"most underrated ep of the season don't fight me"

I agree!💚

Relic + Breakdown thoughts

@thunderversary-rewatch-party

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"far side of the moon" close enough PINK FLOYD MENTIONED‼️🗣

it's so funny to me how in TOS the thunderbirds move at a normal speed but in TAG they seem to break the sound barrier

I'm shit at physics I'll admit but I feel like scott definitely broke some bones during that landing

taylor has banger taste in music ng

I love that scott is canonically terrible at anything even vaguely game related

taylor would do numbers as a nascar driver

is now a good time to mention my theory that scott developed astrophobia after jeff's disappearance

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most underrated ep of the season don't fight me

kind of losing my shit at the implication sally accidently added yeast to pancakes, how does that even happen 😭

I've seen this ep so many times and never noticed the party hats are colour-coordinated

how did john not pick up the tunnel collapsing?

GONCHAROV????????

virgil just punching the keypad instead of pressing it, dramatic ass 😭

"that one was my favorite too" ☹️

I gotta be honest if I came back to that I would crash tf out

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I can’t stop looking at this! It’s adorable!😍

Are they making apple pie?!😋

The eldest and youngest siblings spending some quality time together for @idontknowreallywhy. I hope it helps give you a little morale boost.✨

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Happy Birthday Kayo!🥳

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Hehe agreed 🤭

The Holiday House - Ch8

Thank you very much @thundergirl007 for the help with reading this and providing me with suggestions! Seriously, it was helpful!! Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

"Alan! The winch broke!"

"The what!?"

"The winch broke!" John watches as a helpless holographic figure falls from the sky.

"What the hell do you mean the winch broke!? Our winches don't break!"

"Thunderbird One hasn't been maintained in weeks! We should have seen this coming." Two seconds ago, the rescuee was perfectly secured in a harness, being raised into the 'Bird just as it sped off from an exploding radio tower in the alpine mountains.

"I'm gonna try to grab him with the net." Alan sets the 'Bird to vertical dive, target locked at the flailing victim until-

"-Except that there is no net: It hasn't been reinstalled, it's back at the hangars for maintenance."

“Damn it!” Alan rushes out of the cockpit and to the hull, dunking his helmet over his shoulders. “Well, I’m open for ideas!” Echoes of locker doors slamming travels through the rocket-plane until Alan finds the one with magnetic grapple packs stocked in silver gauntlets. Without hesitation, he dons the gauntlets before rushing to the top hatch of Thunderbird One.

“This is gonna sound absolutely insane, but you’ll have to trust me.” John throws his hands to the side, setting up commands with a persevering look in his eyes. “I need you to jump for it. I’ll remote pilot Thunderbird One to catch you, as long as you just catch him.”

Unbeknownst to John, Alan had already jumped out the second the word “trust” had been mentioned. He launched up into the skies with immense speed until finally reaching a velocity of zero — His arms sway into the motion, outstretched and loose. He sighs at the breathtaking view of the golden-red horizon that collides with the glowing pink clouds. Migrating dots flutter among the distance beyond yonder, flapping their wings as they set course for the sun. A quiet stillness, envelopes the atmosphere — before beginning his accelerating freefall decent. “How high?”

Time moves fast. The sky screams past. Alan determinedly sets himself headfirst, arms firmly pinned to his sides with the intent of hastening his fall. His eyes firmly lock onto the flailing figure before him who screams in panic. Within due time, the blueness of the ocean glimmering orange with sunshine beneath them makes itself known.

From far up above, Thunderbird One hums a flaring change in its engine. The rocket-plane darts further down — faster than the rescue operative's terminal velocity — until its hull finally meets at eye level with the rocket boy who smirks at the metal face of the hull, he readies the silver gauntlets for their first shot with a steady click and aims his aims for the hatch.

"I've matched Thunderbird One to your descent speed, Alan." John claims.

"Good." Alan shoots. The line fires, slicing through the wind until it connects to the hull with a clang. He hooks his end of the line to his scarlet harness and starts the automatic reeling; it whips him through until his gecko gloves and boots cling to the silver of the outer hull. "I'm connected. Increase acceleration." He orders.

The rocket-plane declines in angle and Alan surfs its hull fearlessly, his sight sets downwards on the flailing victim once more. He prepares another grapple pack from his brother's silver gauntlets and trains the line of fire towards the rescuee.

As soon as the said rescuee is within range, Alan fires. It whips through the thrashing air, accelerating until it reaches the IR issued harness that has been wrapped around the victim from the hours previously.

"Bullseye!"

John takes the exclamation as a signal, he begins to boot the horizontal thrusters. At the feel of this, Alan jumps once again. He twists at the taut rope between him and the rescuee, forcing himself to cut through the sky and reach the other faster, the shape of the victim grows larger as their distance shortens.

Suddenly, Alan is grabbing the man mid-air, redirecting both of their falls into a controlled spin. With a strained yell, Alan hits the remote winch on his silver gauntlets, that of which reels him and the rescuee back towards the turning hull of Thunderbird One with a sharp force. They slam together onto the hull and tumble through the hatch — which had been opened by John whose perfect timing Alan must compliment for later — and into the cargo bay.

The rescuee lands hard on top of Alan, practically crushing him. However, adrenaline takes over the young Tracy who scrambles to force his shoulders over his knees and sprint into the cockpit, his eyes widen at the altitude level on the monitor. "Thunderbird Five! Ascend faster!"

From the space station, John grits his teeth and twists his wrists further inward. "There's not enough thrust to pull up!"

"Fire the landing thrusters!"

"FAB!"

The landing thrusters provide just enough force to push the red nose upwards. With a bellowing roar, Thunderbird One yanks itself into level flight just as ocean spray kisses the underside of the hull.

Alan lets out a breath of relief, he falls loosely back into the red chair. "Thanks, John." He sighs.

"It wasn't easy." The spaceman replies. "How's our rescuee holding up? The nearest hospital should take five minutes; I can set her on autopilot and let you rest."

At the simplicity of the suggestion, Alan shifts in the pilot seat to sit up straighter. "Won't be necessary." He reassures. "I can take her."

"You sure? That was quite the save."

"I'm serious, John." His quivering hands settle over the controls like second nature, a motion that he's practiced several times in simulation rigs for the past many years. "I have the energy to do it. Promise!"

"That's not energy, it's called adrenaline, Alan." John would facepalm if it weren't for the fact that his eyes keep straying towards the silver gauntlets making themselves known on his baby brother's forearms. "Alright, but you're not allowed on missions until you get at least two hours' worth of rest, understood?"

Alan cranks the horizontal thrusters. "FAB." Then radios in to the cargo bay: "Hey, how you doing back there?"

There's a short groan of a response, a slurring collection of words akin to "I'm okay", as far as Alan can make it out to be.

"Hang in there, gonna get you to hospital."

And the rocket plane fires into the distance.

Chapter 9: "What the hell?" Scott squints at what he can only assume are tiny ripples in the water.

Since this fic is set post Season3, I decided to try make some new parallels between Alan’s character and Scott’s.

I wanted to use Scott’s grapple pack gauntlets as symbolism to show a form of resemblance between Alan and Scott, which is why i repeatedly mentioning them being silver.

That and also the mission itself is pretty Scott-like… Alan didn’t even have a jetpack, let alone a parachute and he just… went for it.

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Hello and welcome Tin Tin!😁

Hello everyone!

My name is Tin-Tin, and it is lovely to meet you all. My friends Gordon and Scott have encouraged me to make an account, and I figured, why not?

I work for International Rescue, doing a wide range of roles, and I am happy to answer questions about my work (within reason, secrecy is important after all).

I hope you all have a wonderful day!

Tin-Tin Kyrano

OOC:

This is @little-vulpecula with another RP blog, but this time in the TOS universe. Tin-Tin is definitely my favourite character in TOS, so I thought that it would be fun to do a RP blog for her.

I have a fairly busy life and already run @brains-ir , so sometimes I may be slow with responses.

I would also like to point out that whilst I have seen the show, I have not read any of the comics, so I apologise if I get anything about Tin-Tin wrong.

Tag Guide:

#thundersocials, #thunderbirds rp, and #tin-tin talks as general tags.

#Island mail for all asks answered.

Boundaries:

No NSFW

No AI generated content (see full statement here)

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Phew! That was close.

The Holiday House - Ch8

Thank you very much @thundergirl007 for the help with reading this and providing me with suggestions! Seriously, it was helpful!! Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

"Alan! The winch broke!"

"The what!?"

"The winch broke!" John watches as a helpless holographic figure falls from the sky.

"What the hell do you mean the winch broke!? Our winches don't break!"

"Thunderbird One hasn't been maintained in weeks! We should have seen this coming." Two seconds ago, the rescuee was perfectly secured in a harness, being raised into the 'Bird just as it sped off from an exploding radio tower in the alpine mountains.

"I'm gonna try to grab him with the net." Alan sets the 'Bird to vertical dive, target locked at the flailing victim until-

"-Except that there is no net: It hasn't been reinstalled, it's back at the hangars for maintenance."

“Damn it!” Alan rushes out of the cockpit and to the hull, dunking his helmet over his shoulders. “Well, I’m open for ideas!” Echoes of locker doors slamming travels through the rocket-plane until Alan finds the one with magnetic grapple packs stocked in silver gauntlets. Without hesitation, he dons the gauntlets before rushing to the top hatch of Thunderbird One.

“This is gonna sound absolutely insane, but you’ll have to trust me.” John throws his hands to the side, setting up commands with a persevering look in his eyes. “I need you to jump for it. I’ll remote pilot Thunderbird One to catch you, as long as you just catch him.”

Unbeknownst to John, Alan had already jumped out the second the word “trust” had been mentioned. He launched up into the skies with immense speed until finally reaching a velocity of zero — His arms sway into the motion, outstretched and loose. He sighs at the breathtaking view of the golden-red horizon that collides with the glowing pink clouds. Migrating dots flutter among the distance beyond yonder, flapping their wings as they set course for the sun. A quiet stillness, envelopes the atmosphere — before beginning his accelerating freefall decent. “How high?”

Time moves fast. The sky screams past. Alan determinedly sets himself headfirst, arms firmly pinned to his sides with the intent of hastening his fall. His eyes firmly lock onto the flailing figure before him who screams in panic. Within due time, the blueness of the ocean glimmering orange with sunshine beneath them makes itself known.

From far up above, Thunderbird One hums a flaring change in its engine. The rocket-plane darts further down — faster than the rescue operative's terminal velocity — until its hull finally meets at eye level with the rocket boy who smirks at the metal face of the hull, he readies the silver gauntlets for their first shot with a steady click and aims his aims for the hatch.

"I've matched Thunderbird One to your descent speed, Alan." John claims.

"Good." Alan shoots. The line fires, slicing through the wind until it connects to the hull with a clang. He hooks his end of the line to his scarlet harness and starts the automatic reeling; it whips him through until his gecko gloves and boots cling to the silver of the outer hull. "I'm connected. Increase acceleration." He orders.

The rocket-plane declines in angle and Alan surfs its hull fearlessly, his sight sets downwards on the flailing victim once more. He prepares another grapple pack from his brother's silver gauntlets and trains the line of fire towards the rescuee.

As soon as the said rescuee is within range, Alan fires. It whips through the thrashing air, accelerating until it reaches the IR issued harness that has been wrapped around the victim from the hours previously.

"Bullseye!"

John takes the exclamation as a signal, he begins to boot the horizontal thrusters. At the feel of this, Alan jumps once again. He twists at the taut rope between him and the rescuee, forcing himself to cut through the sky and reach the other faster, the shape of the victim grows larger as their distance shortens.

Suddenly, Alan is grabbing the man mid-air, redirecting both of their falls into a controlled spin. With a strained yell, Alan hits the remote winch on his silver gauntlets, that of which reels him and the rescuee back towards the turning hull of Thunderbird One with a sharp force. They slam together onto the hull and tumble through the hatch — which had been opened by John whose perfect timing Alan must compliment for later — and into the cargo bay.

The rescuee lands hard on top of Alan, practically crushing him. However, adrenaline takes over the young Tracy who scrambles to force his shoulders over his knees and sprint into the cockpit, his eyes widen at the altitude level on the monitor. "Thunderbird Five! Ascend faster!"

From the space station, John grits his teeth and twists his wrists further inward. "There's not enough thrust to pull up!"

"Fire the landing thrusters!"

"FAB!"

The landing thrusters provide just enough force to push the red nose upwards. With a bellowing roar, Thunderbird One yanks itself into level flight just as ocean spray kisses the underside of the hull.

Alan lets out a breath of relief, he falls loosely back into the red chair. "Thanks, John." He sighs.

"It wasn't easy." The spaceman replies. "How's our rescuee holding up? The nearest hospital should take five minutes; I can set her on autopilot and let you rest."

At the simplicity of the suggestion, Alan shifts in the pilot seat to sit up straighter. "Won't be necessary." He reassures. "I can take her."

"You sure? That was quite the save."

"I'm serious, John." His quivering hands settle over the controls like second nature, a motion that he's practiced several times in simulation rigs for the past many years. "I have the energy to do it. Promise!"

"That's not energy, it's called adrenaline, Alan." John would facepalm if it weren't for the fact that his eyes keep straying towards the silver gauntlets making themselves known on his baby brother's forearms. "Alright, but you're not allowed on missions until you get at least two hours' worth of rest, understood?"

Alan cranks the horizontal thrusters. "FAB." Then radios in to the cargo bay: "Hey, how you doing back there?"

There's a short groan of a response, a slurring collection of words akin to "I'm okay", as far as Alan can make it out to be.

"Hang in there, gonna get you to hospital."

And the rocket plane fires into the distance.

Chapter 9: "What the hell?" Scott squints at what he can only assume are tiny ripples in the water.

Since this fic is set post Season3, I decided to try make some new parallels between Alan’s character and Scott’s.

I wanted to use Scott’s grapple pack gauntlets as symbolism to show a form of resemblance between Alan and Scott, which is why i repeatedly mentioning them being silver.

That and also the mission itself is pretty Scott-like… Alan didn’t even have a jetpack, let alone a parachute and he just… went for it.

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You got the Baby!!! Yay! Congrats!💚💚💚

5 MONTHS OF WAITING, BABY IS FINALLY HOME!!

LOOK AT HER!!!

SHE CAME WITH AN INFO CARD TOO!!!

TB4 is there too, but this is not about her. This is about THUNDERBIRD FREAKING TWO‼️‼️‼️

I hope you can sense my excitement from this.

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😂💕

Scott Tracy get your arm out of my cappuccino! No, that is not how we test foam depth!

Apparently his hands were cold. That’s the peril of fingerless gloves, young man.

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Cuteness Overload!!!

😍😍😍

The eldest and youngest siblings spending some quality time together for @idontknowreallywhy. I hope it helps give you a little morale boost.✨

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Hahaha!😂 That's brilliant!😃 Shows that your a true Thunderbirds fan!💕

context - there was a powercut yesterday

my autistic ass started screaming "A WORLD WITHOUT TECHNOLOGY! A WORLD WITHOUT POWER!"

someone help me istg

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Hahaha these are great!😂😁

I love how you use coloured outlines.💕

Assorted Tracy pony doodles! (plus a couple apperances from Captain Scarlet and Captain Blue 'cos I love them too!)

We've got; me trying to remember how pony faces work, Scott realising that having a pegasus brother doesn't mean flight lessons and fun times when said brother has decided he's actually a fish, Alan meets the Spectrum captain who's uniform matches his and gets excited, Scott and Scarlet working together on something I guess, and John scolding Scott for one thing or another. They're anthro in the last one because I love the pony designs but can't always be bothered to draw pony anatomy pfft

These guys are all so fun to draw :3

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Haha!🤭

He's got a tin of paint hiding behind that pillar.

This was a lot of fun to create!😂😈

A post card to the Hood whilst he's in prison, from the Tracy brothers.